You Were My Summer Love (A One Direction Fanfic)

17 year old Maxine has been best friends with Taylor Swift ever since they were in a high school band together. But when Taylor moves on with her career and becomes internationally known music star, she starts changing into a person Maxine didn't know at all.

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19. Confessions

 

Niall's POV

 

It was all too much.  I closed the door to my bedroom and sat down on the bed.  My fingers ran through my messy bed head, and a sigh puffed out from my cheeks.  Max. She was all I could ever think about.  She ran through my mind 24/7.  The way she looked at me.  The way her eyes had that.. gleam to them.  To me, she was perfect. A knock came from my door.  

I cleared my throat. "Uh, come in." 

I closed my eyes and put my hands behind my head. The door opened, and gently shut. My bed shifted a little bit and it was evident another person was on the mattress.  The bed moved around some more, and I could hear the shifting of sheets.  Suddenly I felt a warm body to the left of mine.  A small hand rested on my chest.  I quickly opened my eyes and looked over at the body.  It was Max.

"Max?" I croaked.

"Hmm..?"

Her eyes were closed, and a small smile graced her face.  I couldn't help but just stare down at her peaceful state.  Just then her big brown eyes opened and met my blue ones.  I could feel the heat rising into my cheeks.

"..Hey," I smiled.

"Hi," she laughed.

 

Max's POV

 

Niall's body warmed mine as looked into his gorgeous blue eyes.  He stared down at me as his eyes twinkled... But I saw hurt in them.  

"Niall?"

"Y-yea?"

"Are you ok?"

His frame suddenly sagged and his face knit into this sad look.  A large sigh released from his chest and his eyes closed.  I knew what he was going to say. Was I doing something wrong? I hated when Niall looked upset..  He was always the one to cheer me up.  My hand, still on his chest, rubbed around on it consolingly.  A sad smile spread across his face, and he opened his eyes opened up to look down at me.  I smiled at him, hoping to cheer him up, but it didn't work.  His muscular arms moved, and he propped himself up so his back was against the headboard of the bed.  I did the same, and just sat next to him.  We listened to each other's breathing for what felt like hours.  After a while he put his strong arms around me and held me closer to him. I curled up into a little ball and lay my head against his chest.  It was perfect. 

 

Niall's POV

The moment we shared was priceless. It felt as if she was mine. Mine to hold. Mine to kiss. Mine to laugh with. Mine to love… But Max and Harry– they just made more sense. They were "star crossed lovers," "meant to be with one another." I had no chance. And I had to do what was right. 

"Max.. I uh. I can't do this." I stammered. 

"Do what?" She leaned away from my chest and looked at me, confused. 

"Harry is too good of a friend to me," I stopped suddenly.  "I can't have feelings for--" 

Max's eyes widened. "feelings for..?"

I blew it. I had nothing to lose. "Max I can't have feelings for my best mate's girlfriend. Okay? I just.. I really like you Max. You're beautiful, smart, sweet, and I had feelings for you ever since you stepped into the SUV at the airport." I finished with a big sigh. My hand covered my face and my fingers pressed into my temples. My heart was beating so fast. 

The sheets were moving again. But before I could collect my thoughts, I felt a pair of soft lips meet mine in a gentle kiss. It only lasted for a second or two. My eyes opened slowly, still clouded with affection. Max was sitting in front of me, smiling. 

 

Maxine's POV

Blame it on my compulsiveness. (I mean yesterday I was in San Diego and now I'm in London, living with One Direction.) I just felt so sorry for the poor guy. Under that toned body and adorable blond hair was a caring, emotional, and fragile boy. Even though I was with Harry, I couldn't see Niall suffer. He's just didn't deserve it.  

"Niall, I'm sorry. I know what it's like to love the person your best friend is dating. It hurts. It sucks. You feel like your worthless and stupid for falling for them. But Niall, you're not worthless, and you're not stupid. You're caring, sweet, hilarious, talented, hot," We both laughed, and Niall started blushing even more. "But Niall seriously. I know you think you love me but.. I think you need to move on. There are millions of girls who would die to date a guy like you. Regardless of the fact that you happen to be apart of the most successful boy band in the world." We both laughed again. 

"Thanks Max… For this. For everything."

"Anytime," I smiled. And with that, I awkwardly got off of his bed and walked towards the door. But before I could open it, I ran back to him and quickly kissed his cheek. Then I sprinted for the door. 

 

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