Tell Me A Lie

'If I wanted you Niall, then I wouldn't be with him' I lost the hope within my voice and it was barely a whisper now 'I love Harry' I sighed 'Who are you trying to convince? Me? Or yourself?'.


8. Niall Horan

We both laid on Niall’s bed in silence; he was stroking my hair and letting me cry it all out. Pulling myself up I gazed down at the man that was watching my every move. I let out a faint laugh “Well I’ve destroyed your new shirt” I pointed at the mascara and foundation that was smeared down his shirt wiping away the tears that were rolling down my cheeks “It doesn’t matter, all for a good cause eh” He smiled slightly at me and I smiled back “Sorry for screaming at you earlier, I thought you had changed into this horrible monster that had taken my caring, funny, charming Niall away” I frowned “my Niall?  Since when have I been yours” Niall winked “Anyway I deserved it, I shouldn’t have made you kiss me, I really don’t know what came over me you just send me crazy Lucy” he ran his hand through his hair staring at the bed looking ashamed with himself.  I ignored what he said and laid back down next to him, snuggling into his arms. It just felt right, like my body fitted neatly against his and like I finally belong somewhere. Harry has never made me feel like this.

“Lucy” Niall mumbled into my shoulders, “Mhmm” I mumbled back half asleep “What Harry did was so wrong; even if he was drunk or not that’s no excuse I would never treat you like that” he kissed my shoulder, I was wide awake now, thinking over this situation. I can’t be mad at Harry what he was doing was nowhere as near bad as what I was doing with Niall earlier.

 Maybe we’re better off apart from each other.

What if this wasn’t the first time Harry has done this?

What if he goes home with that blonde bimbo in our home, in our bed?

What if he’s found someone better than me?

“Shit Niall, what am I doing?” tears began to stain my cheeks once more and Niall pulled me closer “Luce, don’t blame this on yourself I know you love him what you did wasn’t your fault is was mine for getting into your head and playing with your feelings but what Harry’s doing is right down to him, if he really wanted to he’d be here with you not there with her what does that say about him?” I stared into Niall’s blue orbs slowly nodding trying to justify what I did with him earlier. Shit shit shit shit shit shit!!. “Exactly, sleep off the alcohol and we’ll talk tomorrow” I turned away from Niall and closed my eyes, gradually drifting off into a deep sleep.



“Lucy, Lucy!” an Irish accent shouted in my ear “Luccccccccy” a sharp beeping tone was now filling the room. “Whha..” I tried to finish my words but my mouth and throat was so dry. Pulling myself up from the bed I was laying in, I realised I was lying in an unfamiliar room. Then it hit me what occurred last night.

My head was banging, on the bedside table was a glass of water and two aspirins, glugging back the water and placing the two tablets in my mouth I swallowed. “Lucy your phones ringing”  Niall stood in the doorway of the room waving my white Iphone, he was fully dressed and looked as if he had been awake for hours. “Who is it and what’s the time” I quizzed half heartedly, he threw my Iphone on the bed, picking it up I looked at the caller I.D. Harry. Pressing disconnect Niall answered me. “11:30, Get up you lazy shit” he laughed and I scowled at him, taking the hint he left me on my own.  I wasn’t in the mood to talk to Harry just yet, my whole body ached, my head was pounding and I felt like I was going to throw up everywhere.

He can wait. 

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