Just do it, I know you don't have the balls for it, but you have to tell her. It isn't fair for you, nor is it for her. But I doubt she would care. The only thing I probably get away with is a slapped cheek, at least. But why couldn't I just tell her. It's not like she cares about me, like I did with her. I actually thought we liked each other. But I guess Carmen was right. Elle wasn't kind, sweet, she didn't even have a good side. Or she never showed it. She never loved me, and I couldn't fool myself any longer. It was clear that I didn't have any feelings for her. The only one I care about, made clear she didn't want me. She doesn't need to say it, because it's clear she has feelings for someone else. Even when we laid on top of each other she didn't feel what I felt.
"Elle?" I questioned, after my mental breakdown, if you could call it that. I don't think you can. I wasn't screaming and all. An argument. That how you could call it. A mental argument.
"Yes, babe." It doesn't feel right when she calls me that. I want to heard it from someone else. Someone more, someone better. I don't think she sees herself like Elle does. I mean Elle thinks she's everything, and that everyone is less.
"Could we... could we talk?" I wanted to crawl back, back into a shell. Or just to Carmen. I prefer the second one. What am I thinking. Carmen is my friend. You know that isn't what you want. Urgh, I really want that cake right now. Stop thinking about cake.
"Of course. Is there something wrong?" She asked, blinking her eyes. It was meant to be a flirty way, but it wasn't to me. Maybe Harry could date her. I couldn't do that to Harry. Maybe he would stay away from Carmen, just maybe. If that happened, she was all his. He just had to stay away from carmen. Don't think that. If he makes her happy, let him. You know you don't mean that. You want her for yourself and yourself only.
"Listen, Elle you're amazing. And I don't even know how we got together, but I know some day someone will make you happy. But I also know it isn't me. I want to break up." You're really bad at this Horan. The look in her eyes, didn't gave away anything. She just looked at me, with a dull expression.
"Why, Niallie. I thought we were meant to be. Why are you doing this to me." She said, it had to seem sad, or at least angry. But you could perfectly see it was fake.
"I like someone else, I'm sorry Elle. We just weren't meant to be." I explained, with al honestly. Elle angrily stood up, she slapped my cheek with all the strength in her, what wasn't much, and then she stomped off. But strangely I didn't hear a door slam, signaling she had left the house.
Harry walked casually in to the room, he had listen to our beak up. He smirked, and sat down next to me on the couch. He wrapped me into a hug, expecting me to burst out crying. But all I did, was give him a strange look.
"Are you alright mate?" He asked. I nodded my head 'yes'. He released me, and placed his hands in his lap. Then he looked up, a guilty look on his face. I gave him a questionable one back.
"Sorry with uhm you know, almost going to bed with Carmen. I know how you feel about her, I'm the worst." Was it so obvious? I didn't even noticed it myself, but maybe she found out already. Then it was for sure she didn't like me, she would make a move or anything on me, and not on Harry.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked, still hoping for a no.
"Well of course Nialler. Otherwise I would get laid with her." My hand balled themselves into fist, I was angry, knowing he was right. But Carmen was a smart girl, she wouldn't go to bed with the first guy who wants to.
"But, I can't do anything about it. If she likes you, it's obvious she doesn't like me." I confess. If he makes her happy, then he could have her. You can't do that to yourself Niall, you will break.
"What has that to do with anything?" He frowned confused. Was it really that hard to understand, really Harry, really? Don't be like that. You're only envying him because you know she will never like you. You can't do this to him.
"What doesn't, I like her, she likes you. It's a fucking love triangle." I ran my hand through my hair, angry, angry that I had to say that out loud. Angry that is was true.
"Y-you like her?" He stuttered, nervously. "I-I thought... just because you were so protective. I thought, just uhm that you felt like her brother. I'm sorry Niall. I really am sorry." Shit, how was I supposed to know that, I mean, like a brother come on. That's lame.
"What do you mean? Sorry." He starred down, fumbling with the hem of his shirt.
"We kind of.. uhm kind of played." He says, still avoiding my gaze.
"WHAT." I jumped from the couch. "What do you mean played." Millions of thoughts ran trough my mind, none of them really relieving. What did he do to her? He better not have hurt her, otherwise I will hurt him.
"We played all coupley, so you would get jealous. She asked me to do it." He crossed his arms for his face, expecting a punch any moment. But al I did was smirk, she wanted me jealous. Sadly it worked. But if she wanted me jealous, she has to like me. Right? Don't get too excited, there has to be a legit reason for this.
But there was one -very- positive side of this all, she didn't like Harry. One obstacle out of the way.