Hate That I Love You

It's been a few months now that Gabbriella has been in England with Reanne, and the baby. She thought that the problems with Liam would be solve by now and she could be snuggled up with her boyfriend. Speaking of her boyfriend, she hasn't heard one word from him in weeks and she's starting to get very worried. Is it all in her head or does she have reasons to worry? Then out and about on day she runs into a very familiar face working in the coffee shop. When they start to get close again will she start rethinking her own feelings? Will things start to crumble before her eyes or will she find the love she wants? Read.


4. New Home.

Brie's POV: 

I sat down on the couch in a pair of pajamas and a tank top with my hair dripping wet. I stared at the TV that was talking about some famous idiots that went off the grid almost ten years ago. My thoughts broke when I heard the front door open. I turned my head to see Niall walking in carrying some bags. 

"What are those?" I asked walking up to him. 

"Food." He chuckled handing me a bag. 

"Great! I'm starving!" I smiled walking towards the kitchen. 

"Have you heard anything from Harry?" He asked close behind me. "Or Reanne?"

"Nope." I said popping the 'p'.

"Hmm.." He mumbled. 

I pulled out some ice cream and opened it up. As I turned around to get a spoon I felt arms on my hips. I turned around and he laid his head on my shoulder resting his eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head against his chest. 

"Harry should be careful." He muttered. 

"Why?" I questioned. 

"Because if he keeps ignoring you he might lose you." He smirked taking my spoon and ice cream then running upstairs. My mouth dropped open and I stood there for a few seconds before chasing after him up the stairs. Everything was quiet so I tried to walk around the halls silently. When I felt someone touch my shoulder I jumped screaming my head off. I fell on my butt and when I looked up I saw Niall leaning against the wall laughing. 

"I hate you..." I whined. 

"No you don't." He laughed. 

"I do too!" 

"Do not." 



I sighed and started laughing in defeat. Fighting with Niall is impossible, you never win. He extended his hand towards me helping me back to my feet. He chuckled before heading back to his room. 

"Stop!" I yelled causing him to turn around. 

"What?" He questioned. 

"Ice cream!" 

He started laughing before continuing back to his room. I groaned before chasing him back to his room. The moment I walked into the room I knew it was a trap because I was lifted off the ground then thrown onto the bed. He hovered over me with his bright blue eyes beaming down on me. Then he sat up holding my ice cream and the spoon in his hands. I jumped up grabbing them and running out of his room. 

"I win!" I cheered. 

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