Gotta Be You

What happens after Jules and Harry get engaged? And what happens when Jules introduces her best friend, Carmen, to Niall? Will he break up with Demi for her or will they keep pretending that they weren't attracted to each other since the moment they met?

*Author Note:* Hey guys! So, this is the sequel to Operation Haylor, which you can find on my profile if you haven't read it. Unfortunately, Josh, the awesome guy who co-wrote Operation Haylor with me, isn't going to be writing any of Gotta Be You (unless he wants to do a bonus chapter or something, which has been discussed, so look out for it possibly).


11. Chapter 11

“Yeah, I'm coming,” I said. Niall started down the stairs and I followed after him.

He lead me through Jules and Harry's theater room, with a projector and screen, a popcorn machine, and a couple of very comfy looking leather sofas. The screening room leads to a hallway, that branches off in two directions. The right hall has two doors, the other has one. Niall leads me to the singular door on the left.

“Wow,” I told him as I looked around the room, stunned. It was full of all kinds of musical equipment-amps, guitars, a drum set, a white baby grand piano, microphones. I didn't even know what half the electronic things were, let alone what they were called or what their purpose was.

“Pretty impressive, huh?” he asked. I nodded. “Play anything?” he questioned as my eyes lingered on Harry's guitars, resting in stands against the left wall.

I glanced at Niall, before jutting my chin in the direction of the guitars, then told him that's what I play.

Niall looked pleased at my answer; his whole face seemed to light up when he smiled at me. Or it could have been wishful thinking. But I doubt it. “Cool,” he said. He grabbed two acoustic guitars and handed me one.

We sat on the floor with our legs criss-crossed, a yard or so from the door, facing each other, guitars on our laps.

**Demi's Point of View**

As I sat on the couch, I smiled politely at whatever it was everyone was laughing at, but I was trying not to explode. Niall and Carmen had gone to the kitchen, like, ten minutes ago! And I'd caught them dancing! In a room, by themselves! Niall and I had talked about this Carmen situation! I'd left it go for a while, but this was getting ridiculous. The only thing from stopping me storming into that kitchen right now was Jules. She was clearly trying so hard to be this good wife to Harry. It was cute-the love between them was extremely obvious, so it seemed like it was unnecessary-but it was cute. I didn't want to ruin her home welcoming.

The minute hand on the clock across the room, next to the space where Niall and Her had been dancing. That was it. I couldn't sit there another moment pretending to listen to everyone. I needed to do something about this Niall and Carmen thing. He was my boyfriend. I couldn't act like this was okay.

“I'll be right back, Jules,” I said quietly as I stood up from the couch. She looked a little alarmed, engulfed in Harry's arms, but she nodded anyway. I gave her the best smile I could, but knew it didn't set her at ease at all. Her eyes still made her look like a deer caught in headlights. I understood, because I knew my smile didn't look friendly, though it was the best I could do.

I headed down the hallway again, and into the kitchen, prepared for a fight, but opened the door to no one. I squinted my eyes in anger and determination. I would find them. There were three doors I could choose to open in the kitchen alone, all on the right side of the room. I figured the one in the farthest corner had to be a pantry or closet, since it kind of jutted out of the wall, so that left two doors. The first one was just a closet full of cleaning supplies. I closed the door, seething, before moving on to the next one. It led to the basement. They totally could have gone down there.

I started down the stairs, now being driven on by the faint sound of the guitar.

**Carmen's Point of View**

As Niall played the last note, Niall rocked back dramatically. “That was great!” he told me. “What else can you play?” he asked. “Can you play Teenage Dirtbag?”

“No,” I told him, shaking my head. “Teach me.”

He laid his guitar down on the floor next to him and scooched closer to me, sliding on his knees. He leaned over me and my guitar, moving my fingers to the right positions. “You're a fast learner,” he told, me smiling down at me.

“Niall,” Demi snapped, venom practically dripping from her mouth.

Our heads quickly turned to her. “Hey, Demi,” Niall said brightly.

“Don't act like everything's fine, Niall,” Demi spat.

“There's nothing to be upset about Demi,” I told her. “Niall was just showing me something on the guitar.”

“You!” Demi turned her rage on me. “I don't want to even hear anything from you. Don't pretend you aren't trying to steal Niall from me.”

“I'm-” I started.

“I said enough,” Demi said.

“Demi, we really weren't doing anything,” Niall insisted.

“It's not even just about now! It's not even about today. It's about everything since the moment you met her. But, let's talk about right now. You were leaning over her! Tell me you weren't going to kiss her,” she commanded.

“I-wasn't going to kiss her,” Niall forced out.

“Now tell me you didn't want to,” Demi said. Niall turned to me.

“Tell me you don't enjoy dancing with her, or being around her, or stealing glances at her when you think I'm not looking.” Niall turned back to her, then back to me, not answering. “That's what I thought. We're done Niall.” Demi turned around and stormed back upstairs.

Niall sprung up right away. “Demi,” he called after her.

I stayed on the floor, stunned.

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