Spilled Drinks

Then I decided to see what people said about his personality. I guess that he's covered in tattoos, which I guess makes him some type of womanizer, according to the magazines I searched online. I glanced at him now, searching his face for any hardness or bitterness. I did find some, which frightened me. Who knows how violent he got when he didn't get what he wanted.

I definitely didn't want to see that side of him."


13. Chapter Thirteen

"...It won't work out, Harry. They'll all hate me so much. They'll hate me!" I cried, hiding my face in my hands.

Harry kneeled beside me, his hand on my shoulder. "Heather, it'll all work out, I promise. It'll all be okay."




I sat on the couch, my knees tucked under my chin, watching some reality show, but not really paying attention. I was still worried sick about the huge lie I'd been telling, and it had only been a single day of actually lying to these people, other than Louis and Niall. It hadn't been such a big deal then, but now I was almost passing out from the pressure. What if I messed up? I'd be fired from my job for good, and I'd be living on the streets like the homeless people I give dollar bills to in the streets. I can't let that happen.

"What are ya watchin'?" Niall's unmistakeable Irish accent bounced through the house before he jumped onto the couch beside me. I shrugged, straightening out so I looked completely normal, and that I wasn't stressed out of my mind.

"Looks like it's 'America's Next Top Model.'" He paused, confused. "They have an American Top Model?"

"Um, yes? You do know that it's modeling, and not about cars, correct?" I said, snickering as his face changed, suddenly understanding.

"Oh, that makes a whole bunch more sense!" He settled into the couch, before jumping up again and running into the kitchen, then banging open doors and rattling boxes.

"We don't have much food, Niall!" I called, laughing. We had literally a box of spaghetti noodles, two boxes of cereal, a container of rice, and some milk. We were obviously deprived in our apartment.

I shivered at my thoughts, as I realized that it actually was our apartment. Harry and I. Heather and Harry. I definitely did not like the sound of that. Or did I?

Niall interrupted my thoughts by complaining. "Who in the world buys the cereal Grape Nuts? And enjoys it?"

I laughed, watching him walk back into the room with the box of Honey Bunches of Oats and a bowl, his face turned down in a fake frown. I threw a decorative pillow at him, laughing as the luckily unopened box flew from his hands and smacked onto the floor.

"If that had opened, you'd be the one to pick it up." I said quickly, turning back to the television and flipping through the channels.

"Nuh-uh! It would be your fault!" He countered, pouring cereal into the bowl and eating it dry with his fingers. I laughed at him, shaking my head and watching the T.V.

"Hmm, what shall we put on?" I asked thoughtfully, tapping my chin with my forefinger. Niall imitated me, his finger tapping exactly the same as mine.

"Hmm, I'm not sure, Heather. What shall we put on?"

"Oh, stop it!" I giggled, leaning back in the couch. "Guess I'll type in a random number and watch whatever comes up." I typed in a few numbers, laughing when I saw the show that came on. "Oh, 'Keeping Up With the Kardashians!' Golden!"

"What the bloody hell is this?" Niall said, crumbs falling out of his mouth as he watched the show. I shrugged, not completely sure why this was a popular television show myself.

Niall stayed the rest of the afternoon, as we were by ourselves. Harry had gone who-knows-where with some 'friends', and no one else would hang out with me. Niall had just randomly come over, and I wasn't sure if it was because Harry told him to, or he genuinely wanted to hang out. Whatever the reason, by the end of the day, we had become pretty close friends, asking questions about each other.

"What's your worst fear?"

"Would you kiss a donkey's ass for twenty American dollars?"

"What's the grossest thing you've ever done?"

It went on and on like that, as we laughed at each other and our ridiculous answers.

"Niall, who was Harry talking about when I first met you?" I asked out of the blue, surprising Niall immensely. He paused, his face solemn.

"Sorry, I don't know what your talking about." He said, his voice level. I could tell he was lying to me, so I decided to explain myself further so he would know exactly what I was talking about.

"You had just met me, and you were checking me out," I winked, as he laughed and shook his head. "And Harry said 'We all know you still like-' and you interrupted him saying that 'we don't talk about her' and got your panties in a twist and left. Remember now?"

"Heather, it really doesn't matter. I don't really feel like talking about it." He sighed, looking at the cereal box on the coffee table.

"Niall, it's okay, you can trust-"

"I said I don't want to talk about it! Okay? I have to go. See you later, Heather."

And with that, Niall left me there, confused, and all alone once again. I watched more television, but I felt guilty. Why'd I have to be so fucking nosy and upset my only friend? What was my problem? I should've just left him alone, but no, my big mouth opened up and shoved him out the door.

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