My Temperature Rising

Ryan was a typical 16 year-old girl that moved from the States to London because her mom got a upgrade in her job from AT&T. Being raised in Texas was a noticeable difference at her new English high school. She started meeting this boy that lived in the same apartment building as she was. With his beautiful soothing Irish accent voice Niall Horan, Ryan made a new friend.But she was also used to either hanging out with Niall or mostly spending her time alone until her chemistry teacher paired her up with Harry Styles. Having major differences, unless you count them both having curly brown hair, this would be a challenge. Especially since Ryan might have a crush for this boy. . . but she might already have feelings for her new friend Niall. Who would she pick over?

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8. lil screw ups

 

    I woke up to the sun light kissing my eye lids and telling me good mornin'. I was wrapped in a shield of muscles 'round me and the sound of a heart beat that slow and steady. My body is warm against something or someone else that is warm as well. Suddenly my phone went off. I groaned and sighed but before i could leave this mysterious being I heard a response. " It's okay love I got it." My eyes shot open. I looked to find Harry holding me in his arms and a smirk. This can't be happenin'. I sprung outta bed and stared at Harry. 

"Well good morning to you too hah", Harry said.

"What just happened?" I asked.

"Well once you finally got back, which took you ages, you curled up next to me and went into my chest and fell asleep. I'm just confused. I thought you love Niall but apparently you also love me too." he said.

What?! No, no. I love Niall and only Niall James Horan. Harry I love as a friend. Sadly he's friend zoned. But no. I curled up next to Niall. I went into Niall's chest. Niall kissed my forehead good night.

"Wait. Did you kiss me good night?" I asked.

"Maybe, maybe not." He smirked and shrugged his shoulders.

That's it! I jumped on my bed to tackle Harry. I'm done playin' his lil games! I just want answers! We wrestled a bit and fought to whom would be on top and, of course, I got on top. Wait. This doesn't seem right. Yet again he gave me another smirk. Oh Lord have mercy. But before I could jump off he handles my waist and keeps me still on top of him. Oh God.

"Where do you think you're going missy?" he asked. But something was off.

I was gettin' closer to his lips cause he won't stop tryin' to keep me gettin' closer. He can't resist. But he has more will power than this? Wait. I sniffed his breath and found out . . . he's been drinkin'. But it's 10 o'clock in the mornin'! Who drinks in the mornin'?! I finally got outta his grip and this time instead of jumping off I grabbed his arms down so he won't control me.

"Harry. Why are you drinkin' so early?" I asked.

He responded, " Cause you're boyfriend called." He said that word with such accent. He's upset. "He wouldn't stop texting you, or calling you, or wanting you, or caring for you. He just won't stop!"

I remembered my phone ringing in the early hours of the mornin', round 3 maybe, and it only rung once.

"So you've been drinkin' since 3 haven't you?"

Silence. He didn't even looked at me.

I sighed and got off of him. I left my room and went into the kitchen. I made some bloody mary and brought it back. He was sittin' up right this time. Still upset. I sat next to him and shoved the drink to him. He looked down at it and then at me.

"Harry. So help me God. You are goin' to drink this."

I shoved it again and he took it. He drank all of it and laid back to bed. Still poutin'. Oh Harry. I brushed his hair to the side and then he looked at me. Instead of an angry face it was more of a 'I'm sorry' face.

"You have to stop." he said.

"Stop what?"

"Stop caring for me. I'm just trouble."

"Oh Harry no you're no-"

"Look at me!" he shouted.

"I have been lookin' at you." I responded.

"Did you even pay attention to what I did to you right now and last night?"

"Yes."
"Oh really." he said with such harsh tone.

"Harry Edward Styles. I wouldn't and didn't jsut blew this lil episode over just for sake!" I yelled. He face softened. More of a 'I'm in trouble' look or 'I'm wrong' look too.

"I didnt this cause I forgive you! I. Forgive. You. Harry Styles. For the things that you mess up on. For things like this mornin'. For lil screw ups that everyone has to deal with. So don't give me your crap on just brushin' these kinds of stuff off 'Just cause'."

I then stormed out of the bedroom. I was tryin' to make tortillas and huevos but my anger got to me. I tripped over my own foot and dropped the skillet on my left arm.

"OW!" I yelped.

Almost to tears Harry ran over and helped me sit up right. I buried my head in his chest to hide my tears of pain. He lifted me up bridal style and dropped me off on the couch. Everything is happenin' just too fast I can't even keep up. Harry came by with the first aid kit that Ma bought for me just in case I do somethin' stupid. Which is now, Speakin' of my mother, where is she? I looked on the fridge to find a post-it note from Ma sayin', "I've gone with my friends to Rhode Island! Be back in a week! Remember to study for your final exams! Love you! - Mom." Just great. This apartment is basically mine cause she's never here.

"OW! THAT HURTS!" I yelled.

"Well no duh it hurts! You burned yourself pretty bad with the skillet. You're going to have to go to the doctor."

Oh hell no.

"No." I responded.

He stared at me.

"Well if you aren't going to the doctor then I will."

"Wait. wah-"

And in that moment I swear that we weren't infinite but in fact I was gonna kick his face and I was gonna fall on the floor. So I didn't. He brought me to my closet, I grabbed my coat, and we left. I was hopin' and prayin' that Niall wouldn't come out and say hello or just come out at all. The odds were in my favor and he left a note for me sayin' that he left to go do some errands and he'll be back later. 

Well this looks familiar. Ridin' in Harry's car. Wonderful. Although with stop lights and stop signs passin' by we made it to the hospital. I hate doctors. I hate hospitals. After waitin' for some time of doctor deciding if I should live or not, I get put into a room. Again, more waitin'. I think Harry could sense that I'm very nervous and very uncomfortable so he slipped his hand under mine. I looked up but he gave me that look of ' Just once'.  So I let him and to be honest it was nice. To hold a different hand but I still wish Niall was here so that I can hold his hand. Wish granted.

Outta nowhere Niall just submerges. I release Harry's hand to Niall's and into Niall's arms. I felt bad that this was in front of Harry but it already happened. But since I saw how hurt Harry was I felt that I just needed to. So I did. I held onto Niall's and Harry's hand. Finally. We were all smiling.

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