Begin Again

Niall and Sydney were dating for at least 6 years. After being neglected, Sydney breaks up with him and moves back to London. While looking for her dream job, she runs into a curly haired, green eyes boy. Things click. What will happen with Niall and Harry wanting the same girl? Sydney doesn't know what to do. What will get heart tell her?

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8. Don't Overthink It

Sydney's POV

I woke up, and Harry was beneath me. I was confused for a moment, until the memories from the night before came flooding into my mind. I carefully got off of Harry, and went into the kitchen. I grabbed some frozen chocolate chip waffles, and popped them in the toaster. I grabbed the whipped cream out if the fridge, and a plate, and waited for my waffles. Lucky for me, today was Saturday, which meant no work for me.

"Good morning." I heard Harry say, walking into the kitchen.

"Hello!" I replied. "How'd you sleep?" I asked.

"Great!" He replied. I smiled.

"Thank you for staying last night. Sorry you had to see that." I replied.

"Don't worry about it. Niall didn't care when you left, and I told you once, and I'll tell you again, I really like you, Sydney." He comforted me.

"I really like you too, Harry. I just need some time to get over Niall." I replied.

"I understand." He walked over to me, and gave me a hug. I felt safe in his arms. Something I may have felt with Niall at the beginning, but haven't felt for a while.

"Do you want some chocolate chip waffles?" I asked, breaking the hug. Harry chuckled.

"That actually sounds pretty good." He replied. I grabbed my waffles out of the toaster, and put whipped cream between them, and on top. Harry chuckled.

"Do you even know how delicious this is?" I asked.

"No. But I'm gonna have to try it." He replied. His waffles popped out of the toaster, and I made the same thing for him. I grabbed two forks, and we dug in. "This is almost as good as my ravioli last night!" He praised my waffle creation.

"It's better. This is sweet. Sweet is always better than salty!" I replied, getting ready to stuff my face with more. He chuckled.

"Okay, you're right." He agreed. I smiled without teeth, careful not to show my food. "I think I need some more of that cream though." Harry got up, and grabbed the cream out of the fridge. He came back, and put some more on his waffles. I opened my mouth so he could spray some in my mouth. He tipped the can, and sprayed the whipped cream into my mouth. I made some noises to get him to stop, but he wouldn't. He drew on my face with the whipped cream. I swallowed the cream in my mouth, and went to a mirror to get it off my face.

"Don't ever do that again!" I told him.

"What?" He asked. "This?" He asked again, putting more on my face. I took the can from him, and put it all over his face.

"Yes." I replied. "Don't do that again!" I told him again. He chuckled, trying to take the can from me. I ran away, trying to not let him get the can again. He picked me up from behind, and spun me around.

"Stop!" I laughed. "Put me down!" He put me down, and I faced toward him. We were inches apart. "Much better." I told him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he pulled me closer.

"Yes it is." He replied. We leaned in closer, and our lips touched. His lips moved in sync with mine, and the kiss was amazing. Butterflies were dancing in my stomach. The kiss was broken, and I pulled away from him, a little bit.

"You might want to get that cream off of your face." I giggled. I wiped a little off of his face with his finger, and put it on my nose.

"You could too." He replied. He pulled me close again, and kissed me once more.

"Hey guys..." Brittney said as her, Ashlie, and Paige walked in. Our kiss was broken and the room became awkward.

"Um... Hi!" I replied.

"I'm going to go wash my face off now." Harry spoke quietly through the awkwardness.

"Yeah.. Me too." I replied. We quickly went into the restroom, and washed our faces off of cream. I realised I had wiped all my makeup off, and I became insecure. Harry must have noticed.

"Hey. Look at me." He told me. I looked up at him. "Don't worry about it. Okay? You're beautiful with or without it." I quietly thanked him, and we returned to our waffles in a comfortable silence. I finished eating, and washed my dish, and took Harry's from him.

"Thanks again for staying last night." I told him, after I put the dishes away.

"Sydney, don't worry about it. I had fun." He replied. "Well, I better get going. I have a place to clean up, and most likely, questions to answer." He chuckled. He pulled me close to hug me, and he kissed my cheek once before walking out the door.

"Sydney's got a boyfriend! Sydney's got a boyfriend!" Brittney walked down the stairs, singing.

"How old are you? Five?" I asked. She nodded her head with a proud smile. "Besides, he's not my boyfriend. I just broke up with Niall yesterday. I'm not going to break up with Niall one day, and start dating Harry the next." I replied.

"Sure..." She replied. I rolled my eyes at her, and walked up to my room. I put my phone on the ihome in my bathroom, so I could shower. I washed my hair, and left it curly. I put on black skinny jeans, and a denim button up shirt, with dark blue toms to go with. I did my makeup, and tried to decide what I was going to do today.

'I have nothing to do today!' I texted Harry. My friends were obviously tired, and went to sleep.

'You could help me clean!(;' He replied.

'Done!' I replied.

'Seriously?' He asked.

'Haha! It's better than doing nothing, so yeah. I'm coming!' He replied with an 'okay,' and I left a note on the kitchen counter.

'Im going to Harry's. If you need anything, call me! Love, Sydney!' I grabbed my keys from where Brittney left them, and walked out the door. I got in the car, and drove the ten minutes to Harry's house.

"Hello!" I greeted him, walking in.

"You didn't have to come!" He replied. "You didn't make this mess."

"Neither did you! But I don't see anyone else cleaning up their mess." He shrugged it off. I started helping him pick up the mess in his living room. There was popcorn all over the place, and pillows were scattered. "What happened in here?" I asked. Just then Niall walked in with a black eye.

"That's what happened." Harry whispered. It took everything in me not to rush to his aid, and help him. Instead I just chuckled.

"What happened to you?" I asked with tone as if I were making fun of him.

"Brittney punched me in the face after you two left." He spat. I snorted. I couldn't help but laugh. I made a mental note to thank her later. He rolled his eyes and walked to the kitchen. Harry looked down at me, smiling.

"What?" I asked.

"You didn't cry over him." He replied.

"I've cried enough tears over that dirtbag. I'm done crying over him. Especially because he didn't care that he cheated on me." I replied, hoping Niall heard. He looked away, still smiling. We finished cleaning up the popcorn and pillows, and decided to watch tv. Spongebob was turned on, and we sat there watching it.

"I'm leaving." Niall told us monotoned. I almost told him to have fun with his slut, but I decided not to. We heard him slam the door shut.

"What's his problem?" I asked.

"Probably the fact that you laughed at him."

"He deserved it. The punch in the face too." Harry laughed at my comment.

"Yeah... He did." I chuckled.

"Okay, as much as I love Spongebob, we have to do something else. Please!" I begged.

"Like what?" Harry asked. I shrugged.

"What sounds fun?" I asked.

"We could have another food fight." He suggested.

"No! There was whipped cream in my hair, that took forever to get out!" I replied. He chuckled.

"Okay then." He paused. "Do you have plans for today?" He asked.

"No." I replied suspiciously.

"Okay. Get in the car." I was confused, but did as he said.

********************

We were in the car for at least an hour.

"How far are we going?" I asked.

"We're almost there!" He replied. I continued singing along to the radio, and we finally arrived. We pulled up to a field.

"Wow. We drove an hour for a field!" I told him sarcastically.

"Follow me." We had been walking for a while, and I was getting tired. "Do you want me to carry you?" He suggested. I shook my head, and kept walking like I was fine. "Why not?" He asked.

"I'm too fat." I replied, quietly.

"No you aren't!" He replied. I nodded my head. He came up behind me, and lifted me by my legs, and carried me bridal style. I sighed, giving up. I put my arms around his neck, and I rested my head on his chest. He walked a little longer, and we came to a tree taller than the rest that we had just approached. "Welcome to the clubhouse I came to as a teenager." I looked up, and saw probably the fanciest treehouse I'd ever seen.

"How'd you do this?" I asked.

"Lots of time, and lots of practice." He started heading up, and I followed. I got to the top, and he helped me in.

"Harry, this is..." I paused. "This is incredible!" I told him. I walked over to a chair, and sat down.

"Why are you so insecure?" He asked breaking the silence.

I hesitated. I had never really thought about it before, I had just always been insecure. "I don't know. I guess I just overthink everything. I go back to moments, and I think about the looks I got for doing certain things, and I focus on the way strangers look at me, when they don't even know me, and it just sticks in my head. Especially when people say things, when I look in the mirror, that's what I hear." I replied.

He got up, and turned on an old boom box. Christmas music started playing, as he walked over to me.

"May I have this dance?" He asked. I giggled.

"Harry, it's fall, you're playing Christmas music, and asking me to dance in your old treehouse?" I asked him. He was still holding his hand out, and helped me up.

"Don't overthink it." He replied simply. He pulled me close, with his hands around my waist, and my arms around his neck.

"This is crazy!" I whispered to him.

"I told you, don't overthink it!" He whispered back. He leaned down and kissed me.

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