Twist In My Story


2. Movie Night

A week. A week of no motivation to do anything. A week of trying to find myself, get back to normal, whatever normal is. I can't stand it. Why would I miss him? After thinking about that night, I decided that he wasn't the one, but why would it still hurt so much? I feel horrible about it. Especially with Niall having to see me like this. He is doing everything he can to try to cheer me up, but what he does to fix me only falls apart over time. Because once he leaves my presence, I start thinking about everything again. I sigh, wondering what Niall's going to try today. He told me he wasn't going to give up until he made me feel better permanently. He's so sweet, he really is. I have never met someone so determined to help me. As I am laying in bed, I hear my front door open and close. Since Niall had been coming over everyday, and I had no energy whatsoever to open the door, I gave him a key. It has helped a lot. I haven't had to get up a whole lot for a few days, especially since I have a ton of snacks in my room. I see Niall out of the corner of my eye as I'm watching tv.

"Hey," I say still looking at the tv.

"Feeling any better?"

"I think we both know the answer to that," I say as I sigh.

"Morgan, I know it's hard, but you need to get over him."

That hurt. This is harder than it seems to him.

"Niall, I can't just get over someone in a week. We were together for months! You think I can just block out every memory with him and put him in a 'forgotten' file of my brain? It's a lot harder than you think it is." I say on the verge of tears.

"I don't get how you can't forget about him if he was such a douche to you!"

"He was not a douche to me! He was actually pretty nice during the time we were together! Why do you care so much?!"

Niall stares at me, turning red. I have hit the target. I raise my eyebrows at him, smiling on the inside. I have shut him up, but because of the question I asked, I want an answer.

"Niall, tell me why you care so much."

"Just-it's nothing."

I stare at him until he sits in the chair next to my bed and starts watching tv. I have let it go for now, but I will get an answer sooner or later.

"What are you watching?" he asks.

"I don't even know."

Niall sighs and smiles to himself. He has been smiling to himself a lot lately and I want to ask him what it is. But at the same time, I don't want him to think he can't smile. I like it when he smiles-wait, what? What are you talking about Morgan? He's just a friend. Why are you starting to pick out qualities about him? I give myself a mental facepalm and sigh. Niall looks at me after my big sigh.

"You bored?" he asks.


Actually, I am, but I don't want him to take me somewhere to go do something. I just want to stay here, hidden from the joyfulness of the outside world. I look at my Xbox, mentally deciding whether or not I want to play Call of Duty. I think I do. I grab the controller next to me and turn it on. Niall looks at me with a huge grin on his face.

"You're wanting to play COD?!" he asks surprised.

"Go get the other controller," I tell him.

He happily strides over to pick up the second controller on my dresser and sits back down where he was. For the next two hours, we play online together and it gets my mind off of a lot. It also lets my strong, overpowering feelings leave my body as I put them all in the game. I turn the Xbox off and sigh.

"Do you feel any better?" he asks.

"I don't know. You aren't very good at avoiding this topic are you?"

"I just wanted to know."

We sit there in silence for a few minutes until I decide that I want to ask him that question again.

"Niall, I want an answer. An honest one. Why do you care? I mean, it's nice, but why did you care about me and Jesse dating? And why do you care so much about making me feel better? You could just let me drown in my tears until I get over it, ya know."

Niall sighs. He thinks about his answer for a few minutes. Then he speaks up. "Why do I care? I don't know if I want to tell you that, but I care about making you feel better because I hate seeing you like this. Yeah, I could let you drown in your tears over this breakup, but you are my friend. Probably my best friend, and friends help friends, no matter what the problem is."

I smile a little to myself, feeling nice that someone cares about me. I get up and give him a tight hug and he hugs me back just as tight.

"I'm sorry that you feel like that. I am trying to be better, I really am."

I lay my head on his shoulder and he gently strokes my head, calming me and comforting me.

"I know, I know. It's alright," he says.

We let go and just stand in the middle of my room. I look at Niall, wanting to say something, but I don't know if it will sound weird to him. He raises his eyebrows at me, indicating that he knows I'm going to say something.

"Please don't leave for a little while. You being here is the only thing that's keeping me at peace," I say.

Niall smiles at me and puts his hands on my shoulders. "It's 6:00 though and the lads and I are having another movie night. Why don't you come over with me?" he asks a little too eagerly.

"It sounds good to me, but I don't want to come home that late."

Niall thinks by tapping his finger on his chin while frowning. Then his smile becomes even bigger.

"You can stay the night."


This is not what I was expecting. I know that I'll be fine, but I am a little worried about the fact that I will be sleeping over at an all guy house. Not for inappropriate reasons, but because the place will probably be filthy.

As If reading my mind, Niall says, "The place is pretty well taken care of. There shouldn't be a mess, if that's what you're worried about."

"Fine. Let me pack," I say as I roll my eyes.

Niall is smiling from ear to ear now and he gives me a hug. "So, you need help packing?" he asks.

"Nah. I think I'm okay. I would like it if you left the room though."

Niall gives me a confused look.

"There are some things I would not want you to see me pack. You wouldn't want to know the color of my underwear for tonight, hm?"

Niall's face turns pink. I probably made that really awkward.

"Right, sorry." Niall walks out and closes the door behind him.


I observe the nature around me as we make our way to the boys' house. I watch a bird fly around in the sky and I think about it for a while. Wouldn't it be nice to soar wherever you want? To look at the world from a whole new perspective? You could travel anywhere, somewhere you have always wanted to go. You could see things in an amazing way by being up so high. I'm probably not the only one who thinks it would be nice to be a bird. We are finally here and Niall helps me with my bag as I get my pillow. I ring the doorbell and someone immediately answers it like they were expecting someone at the door any minute. I didn't think they knew we were coming. I am suddenly being hugged before I can even see who they are. I feel some hair brush my cheek, a curled piece. I definitely know who it is now.

"Hello, Styles," I say hugging him back.

I see the rest of the boys come up and hug me, turning this into a group hug that seems to be depleting me of any air.

"Guys," I struggle to say. "Let go."

I am let go and my lungs try to take in the sudden supply of air. I follow them inside, Niall behind me. I set my bag down, but then Zayn takes it and goes off with it. Alrighty then.

"So how's our best friend doing?" Louis asks as he uses my shoulder as an armrest.

"You mean my best friend?" Niall says. "She's doing-"

"Great," I finish.

Niall gives me a look and I shrug. He knows I'm not really great right now, but I don't really want to announce that I feel like shit everyday. I want to keep this between me and Niall. I don't need anyone else in my business.

"Getting greedy, are we?" Liam says raising his eyebrows up and down at Niall.

"No, I have just known her longer then you guys."

Zayn comes in all of a sudden and stands next to Harry. He clears his throat and then just looks around.

"You know, what you did just then was a little weird," I say to Zayn.

Zayn just keeps looking around, ignoring me. I start to get a little annoyed. I wave my hand in front of his face and he tries to hold in his laugh and keep a smile from forming on his face.

"You turd!" I yell as I punch him in the arm. "Also, you better not have gone through my stuff when you took it wherever you took it."

"W-what? I didn't look through your stuff..."

I glare at him and he gives me a guilty smile. I roll my eyes and go sit on the couch.

"So what are we watching?" I ask.

"We don't know yet," Niall says as he comes and sits by me.

"What superhero movies do you guys have?" I ask.

"We have pretty much everything." Harry says as he looks on their shelf of movies.

"What about a Batman movie?"

Everyone agrees, so Harry grabs a random Batman movie and puts it in.



Finally, I got Morgan to get out of her house. I have never seen her like this and I hate it. I want to be the one to make her feel better. I want to be the one to comfort her. I have admitted to myself that I have feelings for her. When Jesse and Morgan got together, I got jealous. I didn't really mean to, I just did. Ever since then, I have known that I am in love with her. I sit here and stare at her as she watches the movie with such concentration. She's so cute when she looks like that. I know she's into the movie because it's a superhero movie, and she has always loved superheroes. I wasn't surprised with her pick at all. I try to watch the movie, but all I can think about is her. Plus, her feet are against my leg and they are sending sparks everywhere in my body. I want to tell her so bad that I care about her. I want her to know, but then it wouldn't make things good between us like it is already. I sigh and Morgan looks at me. I smile at her and she smiles back at me, killing me inside. She is driving me insane. I can't think straight with her around. Morgan then looks up somewhere, and I give her a confused look. She reaches over and runs her hand through my hair, I guess fixing a bed head piece. Then she lats my head and goes back to watching the movie. God, everything she does makes me want her to be mine more and more. I can't take it anymore. I get up and walk out the front door, just to get some fresh air, to think about other things to get my mind off of her. What am I going to do with myself? I hate feeling like I'm friendzoned. I want to change it so, so bad.

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