A Big Mistake

"You were the biggest mistake of my life! I never want to see you again!" I shouted at Niall. "Brittany please don't do this." He begged grabbing my hand so I couldn't run away.
I looked into his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes that I had once fallen in love with. "I thought fairytales were real ever since I met you. Apparently I was wrong. I'm done with you Niall James Horan! Just leave me alone." I yanked my hand away from his grasp and ran into my apartment slamming the door shut behind me. I slid down the door and cried on the floor.
It seemed like everything in my life was falling apart. I never thought he would do that to me, but I was wrong. I made a mistake. A big mistake.


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9. The Birthday Disaster (Part 2)

I walked down the stairs and headed towards the boys. They were all staring at me open mouthed , like fish when they're pulled out of water. 


"Well, we should get going." Louis said motioning to him and the boys with the exception of Niall. I waited until the boys left before I rose my eyebrows and crossed my arms, willing him to go on. 


"Look, I can explain..." Niall trailed off. 


"Save it." I spat at him. "I get it. Why would a famous guy like you ever want to date a girl like me? You know an average girl? A girl who was raped by her own father at an early age. A girl who learned throughout her life to never trust guys, then found the most amazing guy in the world, put her heart on the line for the first time ever, and was proved exactly right that she can't trust guys, especially when he goes behind her back and lives a secret fabulous life that he can't even tell her about?"


"No that's not it." Niall pleaded. 


"Then what is it?" I asked growing impatient. 


"I wanted to protect you." 


"And how the hell were you going to do that? By lying to me?" I asked in disbelief. 


"You don't know how brutal fame can be. Twitter fans of ours hating on you everyday? Paparazzi following you around and making stuff up about how we're cheating on each other? I didn't want to see you get hurt." He trailed off, avoiding my eyes. 


"As sweet as that is, you can't protect me forever." I hissed. 


"Look, I saw the way Dani and El reacted to the hate at first. They were upset and crying over everything the fans said about them even though it wasn't true. And we can't do anything about it!" He sighed in exasperation. 


"You not telling me hurt me ten times more than any stupid comment on twitter or on the news. I had to find out about it by flipping on the damn tv!"


"I'm sorry Britt. Please forgive me?" he asked. His baby blue eyes sparkled at me. I wanted to give in so badly, but he did lie to me, a big lie. 


"Please say something." he said looking at my emotionless face. 


"Alright you want me to say something? How about this? How about we take a break. just for a little while until I can learn to trust you again." 


"No, Brittany! You can't leave me. Please don't do this." He pleaded grabbing my hand. I could see a little tear drip down from his right eye.


"I said take a break, not break up." I replied yanking my hand away from his grasp. 


"But we live in the same house."


"Fine. I'll move out tomorrow." I hissed. 


"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my secret life, and I respect your reason for wanting to teak a break, but there is no way in hell that you're moving out." 


"Fine." I mumbled. I tore my eyes away from his baby blues and started to head towards the door. 


"I'm sorry I ruined you're birthday." he spoke aloud. 


I froze from walking. I wanted to turn around and face him, to tell him that he never ruined it. But I couldn't. I walked out of the building and hailed a taxi cab. As soon as I sat down, I let the tears leak from my eyes. 


"Tough day?" the taxi driver asked me. 


"You have no idea." I mumbled.


The cab driver dropped me off at the edge of the driveway to our apartment. 


"Just remember, you can't live forever. Forgive and forget." the cab driver offered. 


I thanked the driver and payed him well. After he dove off I wondered if I should forgive and forget. I mean, after all, he was only trying to protect me. I sighed, fumbling with my keys at the front door. Why has everything become more difficult ever since Niall became a part of my life? And that was before I found out he was part of a world famous band. 


I opened the door and flopped onto the couch, pondering over what happened. Did I make the right choice taking a break with Niall? I flipped on the tv and changed it to mtv. 


"And the next music video is the world famous video of What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction!!!" the announcer shouted. 


I flipped the channel immediately to a news channel. 


"And it looks like fans have crowded around the London Eye to buy tickets to go see the band One Direction before they're sold out! hurry now so you can get one too!"


I moaned. What was up with One Direction everywhere? 


I flipped the channel again. It was a commercial. 


"Come on down to buy your own original One Direction doll! They look and sing like the each of the boys! Each doll even has there own set of clothing! They're now selling for only $15.99!" 


"Why are you guys everywhere? I hate stupid One Direction!!!" I shouted throwing the pillow on the couch at the wall. 


"Wow, tell me how you really feel." A husky voice said behind me. 


"Jesus-" I jumped noticing I wasn't the only person in the apartment. 


"Loves you." Harry finished. 


"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." I started. 


"It's fine. I'm guessing it didn't go to well?" he asked me plopping down on the couch beside me. 


"I don't want to sound rude, but why the hell do you even care? Ever since me and Niall became a couple you've been, well, moodier. We were so close before, what the hell happened to us?" 


"I don't know. I guess people change?" he offered.


"Yeah, that's it." I muttered. 


"So, what happened?" he asked. 


"We're on a break, not broken up."


"Oh."


"Oh? What the hell does that mean?" I asked. 


"Just...oh. I thought you would forgive him."


"Well, then, apparently you don't know me too well." I replied. 


"No, it's just you protecting yourself from hurt again. You put your walls up again. Sometimes, you need to learn how to knock them down. But, enough of the sad note. Go upstairs and get changed. I bought you a club outfit for your birthday. It's on your bed. I think you'll look sexy in it." He said winking at me. 


"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I squealed jumping up from the couch to give him a hug. 


"You're welcome! Now go get dressed. As soon as you come down we're heading out. It was my job to drive you."


"Wait, won't people recognize you guys?" I asked. 


"Some will, but they'll be so drunk by the time we get there, that they won't have a clue as to what's going on. And that would include our guys too, but I told them to hold off until we get there."


"Thank you Harry. For everything. You're amazing." I said giving him another quick hug. I went upstairs to find the outfit. 


Walking into Niall and I's room was different than usual. It seemed, sadder, like the room didn't exist unless we were together. I stared at the pictures around the room, pictures of the two of us together, always smiling while exchanging kisses or hugs, or holding hands. I tore my eyes away from the pictures and sought the bed. On it was one of the most beautiful dresses I had ever seen. It looked like this: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=61650435 It was one of my favorite colors. I wondered how he knew that. I loved the fact that he even bought a pair of shoes and the clutch to go with it. I curled my hair back and left it hanging loosely down. Deeming myself finished with getting ready, I walked down the stairs to go find Harry waiting for me in the kitchen. 


"Wow, you look, wow." Harry trailed off. 


"Thank you, so much, for the outfit. It's really way too much."


"Hey, hey, it barely put a dent into my credit card. You know, with me being part of the band you hate so much." he laughed. 


"You knew I was kidding." I defended. 


"Yes, I did, now let's go, the alcohol is waiting for us." he winked. 


The drive to the club was short. i was practically jumping in my seat in anticipation of the alcohol. After everything's that happened recently, I just wanted to drink the night away and lose the feelings of life around me. 


"We're here." Harry said, waking me out of my daydream. 


He opened the car door for me and wrapped his arm protectively around me as we walked into the club. The bass of the music was the first to hit me as I felt it thump through my body. The music was blasting. It was dark with flashing multi color strobe lights. There were sweaty drunk bodies of teens everywhere. The smell of alcohol and sweat filled my nostrils as we made our way to the group. 


"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRITTANY!!!!" Louis shouted pulling me into a hug. Liam followed his actions and I found myself being lifted into the air and turned into a circle. 


"Thanks guys." I smiled. "Umm where are Zayn and... Niall?" I asked awkwardly. 


"Well, we've kind of been here for a little while and Zayn has an addiction to this drink here, and erm... Niall wanted to drink his mind away after what happened between...you two." Liam replied, just as awkward as we all felt. 


"Look, we didn't break up...we just.."


"Took a break. Yeah Niall already informed us." Louis said. "Now hey, turn that frown upside down and let loose birthday girl! Go get a drink and have some fun." 


"He'll be drunk in less than twenty minutes." Harry joked as Louis walked away. 


"I'm going to go get a drink, or two." I said. "You guys want to join?"


"I will." Harry replied. 


"Alright, that's cool."


I made my way over to the bar with Harry right behind me. It was empty. I grabbed a seat. 


"What can I get you cutie?" The blonde bartender winked at Harry. I got to admit, she was pretty. 


"Nothing for me thank you." Harry responded. 


"What about you?" she sneered at me. And to think I thought this bitch was nice. 


"Just a shot of vodka."


"That's some pretty heavy stuff." Harry turned to me. 


"I want to get drunk." I replied simply. I wasn't lying. I wanted to feel the numbness of being drunk. 


"alright, how bout we play a little game?" Harry asked. "I will ask you questions and if you answer yes to it, then you have to take a shot." 


'Alright, fine." I said. "You're on."


Harry filled the waitress on the game we were playing and she laid out a row of seven shot glasses on the counter before going to serve someone else. 


"Is your favorite color pink?" he asked. 


I took a shot. I loved the feeling of the alcohol burning down my throat.


"Have you had a boyfriend before Niall?"


I took another shot. The feeling was perhaps even better. 


"Have you ever had sex before?"


I took a third shot. Even though it was unwillingly it was still sex. At the third one, I could feel myself become a little tipsy. 


"Do you have blonde hair?"


I took a fourth shot. "That was an easy question." I slurred. 


"Well, you wanted to get drunk." he replied. 


"Alright, this is my last question since I don't want to get you totally wasted. Do you think I'm hot?'


Even though I was drunk, the answer still would have been the same if I was sober, though I would never admit it out loud. i took my fifth shot. 


"Well, that's flattering, love." he winked at me. 


"It's true." I slurred. "Thank you Harry."


"For what babe?"


"For helping me to realize to live in the present." I whispered in his ear. "I'm going to find Niall. I need to make up with him."


"Fine." He muttered. He had suddenly become colder to me. "Just be careful."


I pushed my way through the sweaty bodies on the dance floor. I bumped into Louis. 


"Hey Britt Britt." he slurred. 


"Hey Lou." I slurred back. "Have you seen Niall?"


"Last time I saw him he was over there." he pointed to the opposite side of the dance floor. 


I thanked him and crossed the dance floor. I felt guys grab my ass but I ignored them with my thoughts focused only on Niall. 


I turned the corner and froze. Well, let's just say, I found him. He was on a couch making out with a brunette girl. She looked about my age. She was straddled over him. He was pulling her dress down her shoulders while she was moaning in his mouth. Even in my drunken state, I realized what was going on. My heart shattered. Just by watching this scene in front of me, it seemed like my whole world was different. I thought what we had was special. I felt tears start running down my cheeks. I started running, not exactly knowing where i was headed because my tears were clouding my vision. I found the bar quickly. Harry was still sitting there looking through his phone at twitter. 


He saw my miserable state. 


"Oh Britt. What happened?" he asked pulling me into a hug. 


"Ni-Ni-Niall w-wa-was ma-k-i-n-g ou-t wi-th an-o-th-er g-i-r-l." I choked burying my face into his shoulder. Even in my distressed state I could smell the muskiness of his cologne and loved it. 


"Shhh Britt. It's going to be ok. Why don't I take you home?" he offered. 


I nodded my head in agreement. He had to guide me back to the car because I could hardly walk by myself. The alcohol had finally taken it's full effect. Everything was blurry from my tears and my feet could hardly walk in a straight line without tripping over myself. After he helped me get into the car and buckled, he walked around to his side of the car and started it. The car was quiet, only filled with my sobs. Harry grasped my hand as a form of comfort. the drive was much shorter than the drive to get to the club. We pulled into the driveway. I looked up expecting to see the familiar apartment but I was shocked when it was a different one. 


"Where- where are we?" I asked hiccuping.


"This is our other apartment." he replied. 


"Why do you have another apartment?" 


"It's for when one of us needs a break. Or when something like this...happens." he replied. "I thought you might want a break tonight."


"Thanks, Haz."


He lead me into the apartment. It was pretty much the same as the other one. only different colored wall papers. I flopped onto the couch and buried my face in the pillow. How could a night go so wrong? I heard his footsteps fade away down the hall. I layed there waiting for them to come back and sure enough they did. I felt his presence leaning over me. 


"Yes?" I asked, my voice muffled by the pillow. 


"I figured you might want a change of clothes." he replied. I flipped over and saw that he was holding a pair of pants and a t shirt. I went to grab them but then I hesitated. 


"Don't worry. They're mine."


"Thanks." I went to the bathroom to get changed. I looked in the mirror and saw that I was a mess. My mascara was running down my cheeks and my face was red and puffy. I took a washcloth and washed it all off. The cold water helped the swelling of my eyes to go down a bit. Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I headed back to the living room to find Harry sitting on a couch. He had a carton of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and two spoons. 


"I figured we should have a movie tonight, with some ice cream. I read that girls like ice cream when they're sad." he suggested. 


"Alright." I took him up on his offer and sat down on the couch next to him. He pulled me into him and threw a blanket over us. He was warm, and snuggling with him felt so right. "But no chick flicks." I said. 


"How about...Taken?" he asked. 


"That sounds good to me." 


He flipped on the tv and found the movie. As the opening credits showed on the screen he took his spoon, dipped it in the ice cream, then popped it into my mouth. He was right. it helped a lot. He then took the spoon and fed himself some. The pattern continued like this throughout the movie. He would feed me then feed himself. we didn't even need the second spoon. 


I barely stayed awake throughout the movie. My head was pounding and I felt gross after drinking all of the alcohol. The only thing that kept me awake was the ice cream being fed to me. After the movie was done, i flipped off the tv and turned to face Harry. 


"Why are you doing all this for me Haz?" I asked. 


"What do you mean?" he replied. 


I studied his beautiful green eyes. They were two gorgeous green pools of liquid that you could just feel yourself fall into. I studied his face. the way his perfectly carved nose was formed from his perfectly carved face. His dimples were topping on the cake. 


Instead of answering his question, I flicked my eyes to his lips. He got the message and hesitantly leaned in towards me. I didn't hesitate at all. My lips connected with his. it was soft, gentle, but I wanted it passionate and hot. He caught my vibe and pushed my lips open with his. Our tongues fought for dominance but he won. I let his tongue explore my mouth. He leaned over me and I fell on my back on the couch. He picked me up off the couch and carried me to the bedroom. Our lips never left each other's. He threw me onto the bed and shortly followed after. Our lips made connections again and he started to play with the hem on my t shirt. I lifted my arms and he pulled it off. Then I pulled off his. He kissed me harder and we fell back onto the bed. He played with the hem of my pants, then got up from the bed. 



"What's wrong?" I asked gasping for breath. 


He answered me by grabbing a foil package from the bedside table. he ripped it open with his teeth and I saw that it was a condom. 


"No." I said simply. 


"Why not?" 


"I'm on the pill. If we're going to do this, I want all of you without the covering."


"Have it your way then." he said coming over to the bed so we could continue where we left off. 



45 minutes later 

Gasping for breath I slid off of Harry and rolled onto the bed. 


"That was..." I trailed off


"Amazing." he finished for me. 


I crawled under the warm fluffy covers of the bed. Harry got up and started heading towards the door. 


"Harry?" I asked. 


"Yes, babe?" 


"Can you sleep with me tonight?"


"Sure." 


He flicked off the lights and crawled into bed next to me. I snuggled into him and he wrapped his arms around me, spooning me. He hummed a random song into my ear, just as Niall had done for me before. 


I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness, but just before I did, I could have sworn I heard Harry whisper, "To answer your question from earlier, I care because I'm in love with you."

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Oh my god! This took me 3 hours to write. 

Anyways, Comment please!

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