Little White Lies

After a terrible accident encountered with Crystal's parents causing death over the Summer holidays, Crystal has never been the same, but she tries to ignore it and get on with her life.
She's the most popular girl in school, she has a boyfriend Mitch, and her life is going great when he doesn't think about her parents.
What happens when she meets someone who totally turns her world upside down? read to find out!


20. I don't want to change a thing.

I hopped out of the shower, and walked into me and Harry's room just in a towel, I didn't think anyone was there until I saw Louis sitting on our bed,
"Jesus Louis!" I screamed, jumping. "What are you doing in here!?" I asked. 
"Sorry, but it's not like I haven't seen a girl in a towel before," He replied, winking.
"I was looking for something," He said. 
"Yeah, are you okay? you seem a bit on edge lately," He asked concerned. 
"I need to tell you something." I said, still standing in my towel. 
"You can tell me anything," He replied. 
"Last night, well, yeah, while everyone was asleep..." I trailed off, looking down. Louis lifting my head with his finger gesturing for me to look at him. 
"Me and Zayn, we kind of... kissed." I said, dreading on that last word. 
I looked at Louis, and he didn't looked as shocked as I thought he would be, his eyebrows were pressed like he was concentrating really hard on something. 
"Are you mad at me?" I asked him. 
"Of course not," 
"I don't know what to do Louis, I love both of them." I admitted. 
He brought his thumb up to my cheek, and started lightly stroking it, "As cheesy as it sounds, what does your heart tell you?" He said, smiling. 
"Harry." I replied, with no hesitation. 
"Well then theres your answer, love." He said, pulling me into a hug. 
"Thank you Louis," 
"No problem." He replied, we were just standing there for a moment until I spoke up. 
"Louis, I kind of need to um.. get you know.. dressed." I said. 
"Oh right... yeah, sorry." He said awkwardly making his way out of the room. 
I chucked on some black skinny jeans and a grey sweater and made my way to the kitchen where everyone was. Me and Zayn made eye contact and I quickly broke away, trying to push the thought of our kiss last night far out of my mind. 
"Hey beautiful," Harry said, kissing me on the cheek and causing me to blush. 
"Morning," I replied smiling at him. 
After breakfast, I saw Zayn go to his room, and I followed him, deciding that we needed to talk. 
"Zayn?" I asked, knocking on his door.
"Mmm?" He replied. 
"We need to talk," I said, looking down. He nodded, and looked into my eyes. 
"I like you Zayn, I do," I gulped. "But I love Harry, and it's always going to be Harry." 
He nodded, "I know, I'm sorry." He pulled me into a hug. And I sighed with relief. Phew. 
A few hours later, we were getting ready for another concert in Canada, then heading to Toronto tomorrow, and then a whole lot of other places. Harry was being his usual effectionate self towards me and I felt so guilty, I decided I would tell him after the concert, hopefully nothing bad would happen, and then the thought of that ran shivers down the spine, ugh. 
The concert was amazing, and the crowd was even crazier this time. One crazy fan that was a guy almost pulled Maddy off the stage, screaming "I LOVE YOU!" whilst sobbing,  but Liam pulled her away from the edge luckily. 
"Harry, can I talk to you for a sec?" I asked as the nervousness was causing my voice obviously shake. 
"Sure," He said, smiling. We walked to our room, and I faced him.
"I need to tell you something," I said, walking towards him and grabbing his hands. He nodded. 
"Last night, me and Zayn kissed." I chocked out. 
"What?" He said, letting go of my hands. 
"I'm sorry, please let me explain," 
"We've been through this, Crystal." He said. 
"I'm sorry Harry, I didn't mean for it to happen I just-" He cut me off. 
"You just what, Crystal? love him?" He said coldly. 
"No, Harry!" I said, letting the tears fall from my eyes. 
"I'm sick of this," He replied, and stormed out of the room and out of the tour bus in the pouring rain, and I ran out following him. 
"Harry, please, wait!" I called over the rain. I grabbed his arm and turned him around to face me. 
"Why? why should I wait?" He asked, I wasn't sure if he was crying, or if was just the rain, but his eyes were red and puffy from what I could see. 
But why should he wait? I don't deserve him, I don't deserve anything I have right now. 
"I don't deserve you Harry," I swallowed. "and I don't know whats going to happen once this tour is over, but I know one thing, and that's that I love you. I know I've hurt you, and you've hurt me, but that's what love is supposed to do, isn't it? drive you crazy?" He looked down, and then back up at me. 
He gabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer to him, and kissed me as passionately as ever, in the pouring rain. 
"I love you, I love you so much." He mumbled, in between kisses. We stood there, just in the pouring rain, gazing at each other, noses touching, lips occasionally brushing, I felt his breath on my lips, and the rain falling from his hair as we held each other. 

Harry's P.O.V. 
Our noses were touching, and our lips were brushing. I couldn't bring myself to let her go, I loved her so much. More than I've ever loved anyone, and I'm going crazy, she's making me go crazy. 
Our hands were brushing, and occasional droplets of rain were falling from her face, neither of us even caring that we were probably going to catch a cold. 
It was the first time for days, maybe even the first time in all my life, that I didn't want to change anything.


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