How We Met and Other Secrets

16-year-old Claire was always a nobody, until a world-famous boy band moves into her school, and it turns out that all five perfect boys have feelings for her! Which one does Claire pick, without hurting the others? Can she find true love with One Direction?


10. Harry

I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for Niall's fist to crash into me at high impact. But nothing happened. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw Niall with his hands limp at his sides, and tears were dropping onto the damp lawn below him. My heart swelled and I hurried to give him a hug. His blonde hair smelled sweet as his face buried itself in my shoulder. I felt the wetness of his tears soaking through the thin fabric of my t-shirt. I held him like that for a while until I remembered that Harry was still there. I slowly peeled myself off Niall and turned to see that Harry had recovered from the ground. He didn't look too bad, all he had was a bloody nose that was beginning to stop. Niall looked so sorry. He grabbed Harry.
"I'm sorry, man." he began to sob.
Harry hugged him tightly and comforted the poor child. I awkwardly stood to the side, surveying the brotherly love that had suddenly filled the area.
"Let's get you two cleaned up," I finally said and dragged both the boys into the house.
In a cabinet I found a little Neosporin and some bandaids. I did Niall first. There were some bad scrapes on his knuckles and a scratch above his eye. I applied a bandaid to both and kissed his head. Then it was Harry's turn.
"Tilt your head back," I instructed. "And pinch your nose."
Harry silently did as he was told. After a little while the blood must have dripped down his throat and made him uncomfortable.
"Clairee, cad I stob now?" he asked with his nose clogged.
I gave him a tissue and let him put his head down.
"Don't I get a kiss too?" he asked with wide eyes, his curls awry.
I stole a glance at Niall, but he didn't seem like he minded. I inched towards Harry's forehead, but at the last second he lifted his chin and kissed me right on the lips.
I didn't pull away instantly, because I had to admit Harry was an exceptional kisser. I actually enjoyed it, until I remember Niall was standing right there. We pulled away and Harry got up abruptly.
"Well," he said, adjusting the strings on his Jack Wills hoodie, "I guess I better get going now."
Him and Niall embraced, and he gave me one last peck on the cheek and squeeze of my butt. I laughed and swatted his arm. We stood in the warm light of our doorway as we watched the beat up Land Rover pull out of our driveway. I swear I saw the face in the car window wink at me flirtaciously.
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