A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in forever! I've just had so much stress over the past couple months with a project and now I have another, but I promising to finish this book!
"I need to talk to you..." I never thought in a million years I'd hear his voice again. I slowly turn back to see the curly haired boy looking at me with his back against the door. He looks horrible!
"What happened to you?" I ask.
"Niall is what happened." He groans, crossing his arms.
"So why are you here?" I stare at him, keeping a straight face.
"Because I need to talk to you and make things right with us."
"Well go on and talk, but it's not going to change anything." I cross my arms looking away from him as he sat by me on the bed.
"Andy, just here me out here. I'm sorry you had to go through the fake relationship with me, but to be honest, I like you. Like, like like you." He looks up at me looking for an answer. I stare up at him showing no emotion.
"Well, it seems that Niall loves you more than I love you because he hasn't spoken to the rest of us much in the past month you were gone. He gets all gloomy now and it upsets me to see him like that. Please, just go and see him for a bit. That's all I ask for." He pleads with his big green eyes.
"Harry, I can't." I sigh.
"Why not? Are you afraid to admit that you like him?"
"Harry please. Just go." I point to the door.
"No! Why don't you want to see Niall? Why are you shutting us out from your life now? Huh? Tell me!" He grabs me by the shoulders pushing me back.
"Because I don't want to be hurt Harry!" I lose my temper, yelling in his face. I sniffle keeping my tears back.
"A-Andy? Are you c-crying?" Harry stutters, placing his hands back on my shoulders.
"No! Of course not!" I push him away. But to be honest, I wanted to cry my eyes out right there and then. I wanted to break down badly. I never like to show that I have a sensitive side of me.
"Niall's never been this upset about a girl he likes. He must really like you."
"Get out Styles." I mutter under my breath.
"No! I'm not leaving till you come with me to see Niall!" He stomps his foot down.
"I'm calling the cops." I walk out of my room pulling my phone out calling the police.
"What are you going to tell them? 'Oh, I'm being forced to go see a friend.' Yeah, like I'll get taken away." He snorts.
"Well considering you broke into my house and then forcing me to go with you which is pretty much kidnapping!"
"Fine! You got me out! But before I leave..." He walks up to me grabbing my face and smashing his lips onto mine. I become weak. I hang my arms around his neck not breaking apart.
"Andy, I need to-" I push Harry away looking towards the door to see Niall with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
"Niall, it's not what you think..." Harry steps forward to Niall.
"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure it looked like you were making out with Andy!" He throws the bouquet on the floor running down the hall.
"What did I do?!" Harry runs after Niall down the hall.
I stand there in shock. I just let Harry kiss me. What the hell was wrong with me?! I lay back down on my bed gazing up at the ceiling.
"Just leave me alone Harry! You could of told me you still had feelings for her!" I hear Niall yell at Harry.
"But Niall, I-"
"Just shut it!" Niall growls.
I sit up walking over to them in the living room. I stare at them both still yelling at each other. "Just leave you guys! I don't need any of you here!" I shout over them.
"Andy, please forgive m-"
"I won't forgive you Niall!" I cut him off. "After you being such a douche to Harry, I don't think so. He was trying to make things straight with me, but I refused to go see you. You made things worse by coming here!" I clutch my hands into fists.
"No, it was my fault Niall. I was just not thinking and kissed her. I'll leave." Harry begins to walk out.
"It's better for you to leave too, Niall." I cross my arms looking up at him.
"But Andy, I-"
"I said leave!" I shout closing the door on him.
I lay against the door, hugging my knees. I was done with them. I couldn't handle this anymore. Maybe moving away will help.
I feel a single tear roll down my cheek as another followed next, after another and another. I hid my face in my knees crying out loud. This was the first time I cried in a long time. But you know crying means you were strong for a long time. It was true. I was trying to keep strong these past years.
I kept it in too long....