Not intended for anyone under 13.
Harry/ Niall fanfic.

Harry moves in next door to a girl named Lyla. What will happen next?
Keep reading to find out (:


13. Chapter 13


Lyla’s P.O.V.

Turning a page of a book I’d read already three times, I sighed and placed it on my stomach. It was awfully wrong of me to be slightly glad Emma had gone away on holiday, was it? Yes, I was an awful, terrible person. What kind of a friend was I? Other than the type that has too big a liking for the boy the other’s almost going out with.
“God!”, I groaned, flipping myself around on my bed and burrying my head in the pillow. Pushing myself up, I didn’t even want to glance at myself in the mirror and realise how disgusting I looked as I walked towards the door and down the stairs.

My mum was sitting in the kitchen, swaying to the music as she…cooked? What?
“Mum?”, I asked, confused. “Yes, bub?”, she almost sang chirpily. “What is that smell?”
“That smell.”, she rolled her eyes as she looked at me, “..is me cooking dinner.” Laughing, I pushed myself up to sit on the countertop. “But why?”
“‘Cause Joe’s coming over for dinner.” , she replied with a sly smile. “Is he now?”, I laughed once more, raising my eyebrows, “Should I be here when he comes or..”
“I don’t wanna sound like a bad mum, but I’d rather you met him a bit later… not on the second date.” Her expression changed to apologetic as she turned to face me, stroking the top of my head. “But where am I supposed to go?”, I sulked.


“She’s gone on holiday…”

“Niall?”, she asked, smiling encouragingly. Raising my eyebrows, I pouted my lips from side to side. “I guess I could text him..”

“Great! Have fun!”, my mum laughed, placing a kiss on my forehead, before turning back to whatever was boiling in that pan.

I pulled my phone out of my denim jeans as I walked into the foyer, tapping away on my phone as I slipped into my old Vans.

Me - ‘Hey :) Just wondering if you’re free tonight? I’ll be down at the park x’

“I’m off.”, I called to my mum, “Call me when I can come back home.” - Sarcasm more than obvious in my voice. Slipping my arms into my cardigan, I left the house and made my way down the street.

Harry’s P.O.V.

I sighed as I threw the rubber ball against the headboard of my bed, catching it as it sprung back to me. I was officially bored.

Usually Emma would’ve texted me long ago, asking me to meet up; and I would’ve agreed to without thinking about it - just to have something to do…or someone. I knew I was kind of horrible - but not completely. I did have feelings for Emma, of course I did - how couldn’t I? She was gorgeous, fun to be around and good in bed. If only there wouldn’t have been that other, intriguing, mesmerizing girl that was my neighbour. The thought of her was always in the back of my mind, nagging away.

Why, though? What was it about Lyla that wouldn’t leave me alone? I knew what it was… it was everything. And I knew, that in another world or at another time, we could’ve had something great.

Shaking my head, I got up from my bed, grabbed my phone and headed downstairs. “I’m off.”, I called, slipping into my shoes. “Where you off to, honey?”, my mum asked, peeking her head round the corner. “Donno, think I’ll just take a walk to the park, or something. See you later.”, I smiled, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Be careful, love.”

I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans as I strolled down the streets, inhaling the loved scent of a nice summer evening.
It was now that I realised how lucky I’d actually been. In no way had I expected to be welcomed so openly after moving across the world, and never had I expected to get caught up in this little triangle in my head so easily or soon.

Perhaps it would just be the best for me and Lyla to be friends. She’d made it clear that she didn’t have that kind of feelings for me, and even though I was sure she’d felt it too, I had to accept it. It was probably the right thing to do for all of us; for myself, for her, for Emma and also for Niall.

I passed the metal gates of the park, hearing the breeze wafting through the leaves of the trees. This really was a nice place, I was glad we’d moved here.
Waving my hands through the sides of my hair, I swished the front of it to the side; eyes widening as I spotted a familiar someone sitting on a familiar bench.

“Lyla?” My voice echoed through the darkness. Her head shot up, eyes squinting before widening as she spotted me. I saw her shuffling on her seat, practically squirming now she noticed me. “Hey.”, she replied, her voice quiet.

My feet had a mind of their own as they suddenly started walking, stopping right in front of her. “What you doing here?”, she asked; her strong American accent almost making me giggle. “Just went for a walk..clear my head, I suppose. You?”
“My mum threw me out..”, she sighed, as if it was the most normal thing to say. “She what?” I asked, voice an octave higher. “Don’t worry.”, she chuckled, “Just for the night, she’s having a friend over.”

“Oh..”, I laughed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Mind if I join you, then?”
Her eyes met mine, a hint of disbelief in the pools of green and brown. “Uh, sure..”
Sitting down beside her, I left an acceptable amount of space between us, before tilting my head to look up at the sky. “So how’s things?”, I asked.

The tension between us was undeniable and the fact that we hadn’t exactly spoken about anything or spoken at all, since our little…disagreement a few days ago, was lingering in the air like a fat, pink elephant in the room. Undeniable.
“Good…and with you?”

I shrugged a shoulder as I tilted my head to look at her. Her eyes met mine and she gave a slight smile, one that did not convince me at all. At that moment I just wanted to jump up and run away as fast as I could but stay beside her all at the same time. It was weird how Lyla made me feel all these mixed emotions at once.

“I’m sorry.”, she suddenly said, sighing as she pulled the sleeves of her cardigan further over her hands. Furrowing my eyebrows together, I tilted my head to look at her in confusion. “About the other day…when I said that I didn-..when I said those things and how I said them. I’m sorry.”
I mustered up a smile as I looked at her, honesty displayed in her features. “I’m sorry, too.”, I sighed. “I shouldn’t have reacted the way I have…”
“So we’re good?”
“We’re good.”, I grinned, winking; my insides warming up as she flashed me her teeth in a broad smile.

“Harry?”, she said after a while. “For the record…if things were a bit different, my answer would’ve probably not been the same.”
My heartbeat quickened as I glanced at her; the soft breeze running through her waves and the dim moonlight illuminating her features making her look like some sort of Greek goddess.
“Really?”, I asked, taken aback. “Yes.”

I was unsure of what to say; if I was supposed to ask her to tell me the real answer, so we could forget about everything and everyone else and just be happy. But when I realised the people we’d hurt and friendships we’d destroy, I simply smiled.

“So what are you doing tomorrow?”, I asked. “Hmm.”, Lyla hummed, “Nothing, why?”
Smiling, I shrugged my shoulders, “Just wondering if you wanted to go to the beach with me?”
“Sure. I’d like that.”, she grinned, nodding enthusiastically.

It was nice to have her back as a friend, even if that meant I wouldn’t be able to kiss her again. But maybe that’s just how it was meant to be. The problem was though, that now I was spending time with Lyla, the thought of missing Emma didn’t once cross my mind.

Lyla’s P.O.V.

“Since then I’ve never touched a surfboard again.”, Harry laughed, throwing his head back as the cackles left his mouth. “Oh come on, we could go surfing tomorrow!”, I insisted, laughing, “I promise you won’t fall over!”
“No way!”, he laughed even more, his body shaking. “Please!”, I chuckled, shoving him lightly. “Okay, okay, I’ll think about it.”
Grinning, I patted his shoulder. 

I suddenly felt my phone vibrating in my pocket, pulling it out I noticed I’d gotten a new text.
Niall -’ I’m by the pier, come meet me now please thankyou :) xxx’

I must’ve subconsciously sarted to smile as Harry chuckled and leaned over to get a glimpse at my phone while saying, “Who’s texted you?” 
“Uh.. Niall.”, I replied quietly, shoving my phone back into my shorts. “Oh..”, was all Harry replied as he leant back again.

“I actually have to go now.” I hated myself for saying these words, but I knew that if I spent anymore time alone with Harry, the feelings I tried so desperately to suppress would come bubbling up - and nothing good would come of that, especially now that we’ve decided to stay friends. Just friends.

“Figures.”, Harry muttered, turning his head away from me. “Excuse me?”
“Nothing..The lover calls.”, he mumbled under his breath; fully aware that I could hear him. “He’s not my lover at all and I asked him to meet me.”
“Oh so now he’s finally free and has made the time to meet with you, you go running after him like a little puppy?”

His harsh words hit me like a knife in the gut; what the actual f… 
“It’s not like that at all!”, I replied angrily, balling my fists. It really wasn’t… was it? Harry was so wrong.. was he?
“I thought we were friends?”,I asked.

“We are and friends tell other friends what they’re thinking.. and feeling.”, he added sarcastically, puffing out a laugh. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. You and Niall go have fun.. I gotta go anyways, I promised Emma I’d call her.” Smiling coldly at me, Harry got up from his seat and headed straight towards the gates. 
“You’re an asshole!”, I called after him; to which he didn’t even turn around, only gave a small wave of his hand, before disappearing round the corner.

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