Michael slid under the covers next to me.
"Thank you again for letting me spend the night here," I said, turning to face him.
"It's nothing Mary, but it's good that my parents aren't here...Mary?," he asked.
"Hmm?," I answered.
"What happened at the party?," he asked.
I burst into tears again. Michael pulled me into a hug.
"Shhhh, Mary. I'm sorry I should of not asked that," he apologized.
"No, I need to tell you, I need to let my burden go...," I said and pulled out of his hug.
I poured my story out to him, how I had feelings for Niall and how all this time I didn't believe anyone that he was a bad-ass. Then I told him about what happened at the party.
"He literally wanted me to have sex with him!," I cried, "And I thought he was different, but all he cares for is one thing....to get into girls pants."
"Yeah, your right...," he said.
"But why Michael, why?," I sobbed.
"It's Harry's bad influence on Niall. Harry's the one that always goes around and sleeps with different girls every night," he said, "Niall, just needs someone to change him, I guess."
"But why's Harry like that?," I asked.
"Harry used to be in a gang that was older then him, back in 8th grade through 10th grade. They used to drink, smoke, use drugs, use up girls......and then they splitted up...they got caught one night by a police and the older guys went to jail, but Harry's mom and dad protested that Harry's still young and that he can't go to jail. Eventually the police left him alone, but the badness was still left in Harry. In 10th grade also, Niall moved in to Harry's house and yeah....since then Harry stopped using drugs, and quite smoking, but he still likes to get drunk and use up girls, and since Niall lives with him, he sees what's going on, and the influence had gotten onto him, but it's not to late for him to change....and if Niall changes maybe Harry will....," Michael explained.
"Do you think...do you think, I might change him?," I asked.
"Well he was running after you, and yelling 'Let me explain', I guess you might....I mean Niall's been acting different this year...like since he saw you, he stopped being an asshole....but it's only the beginning of the year...," Michael answered.
"Is your back and knee feeling any better?," he asked worried.
"I guess so," I answered.
"Well night Mary," he said kissing my forehead.
"Night," I whispered.
I thought about what just Michael told me.....me change Niall....?
I was laying in bed thinking about Mary. The party already ended, and it was really quiet in the house. I screwed up completely, unless....
I grabbed my phone...and found Michael Clifford's number. We used to be friends that's why I had it.
"Hi Michael, you there?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
"I was wondering if Mary is okay..."
"Yeah, she wanted to come home with me....so I let her stay. She's upstairs in my room sleeping."
"And what are you doing?"
"I'm stalking the fridge, what are you doing?"
"I'm thinking about Mary, could I, um, talk with her?"
He stopped texting me. I threw my phone to the other side of the room.
There was a knock on the door.
"Who's there?," I asked annoyed.
"Niall can we talk?," Harry asked.
"No, go away," I answered.
"GO THE FUCK AWAY!," I yelled.
"Okay, okay...," I heard him leave the door.
I started crying. Everyone hates me because of my bad influence. Mary, Michael....all the friends I had last year...only stupid Harry is my friend. I just realized that....that I ONLY have Harry as my friend.
I got up and got my phone again. No new messages from Michael. I tried calling him.
I opened my bedroom door and looked around to see the whole house dark, I grabbed my coat and went downstairs. I guess I would go and take a walk to clear my mind.