I looked at him knowing that he knows whose next; he was just waiting for me to say his name.
"Oh, that dick?" I couldn't stop my mouth from saying those words.
Harry chuckled a bit. "Okay, maybe he was one for today but hey... language." He said as he poked my ribs.
"As much as I would want to skip his story" Or did I want to skip his story. "…maybe there's an explanation on why he's a real douche."
He sent me a look that says 'language'. I bit my lip and quietly apologized as I let him continue with Niall.
"Niall, he has the good looks, and a very good voice. Let's say he has it all. One thing that was most evident was that he always secretly has been the mysterious one"
"More like bipolar" I side commented again.
Harry shrugged. "You know if you don't want to talk about him I can stop and –"
"No, go ahead. Ill shut up now." I said as I covered my mouth with my hands.
Harry laughed as he slowly took hold of my hand and pulled it down from my mouth. "Stop being so adorable."
His hands were on mine. My eyes were on his. "I can say the same to you."
He groaned. "Ugh, this is so hard. Can your brain process faster for a bit so we can already talk about this tonight?"
I pulled away my hand laughing. "No Harry, you have to wait for my long monologue about you constantly flirting with me tomorrow."
He smirked. "How very straight forward of you."
"Just continue."
"Okay then. Well Niall was kind of quiet before then. And believe it or not, before he had a very low self-esteem." He said which I found hard to believe. Again, I wanted to comment but I remembered how I should keep my mouth shut.
"Hard to believe right? But it's true; he was so embarrassed back on xfactor." Again, his reminiscing face was back on.
"Then all of a sudden, boom came mister playboy. Maybe when he realized what a perfect human being he was, he finally utilized it. In good ways and…. Bad ways I guess."
I quietly raised a question. "Why was he like that earlier?"
"I really don't know. I t was my first time seeing him that rude. Maybe today wasn't his day, and unlucky for us were there with him." He said.
"It really hurts what he said, because part of me thinks that what he said was true." I admitted.
His hands travelled to my face, cupping it are it was facing him. "Now listen to me Ambrose Waters. Everything he said was a lie. And everything you said was the complete truth. Now I love Niall, he's the brother I never had. But that doesn't mean ill tolerate him always. I know when enough is enough, and the other boys know that as well."
I didn't really get all of what he said because the fact that I was stuck in a trance while looking at him there's this weird kind of pull I have towards him.
"I think we are too close together" I said unconsciously said.
"What?"
"I mean umm... I amm claustrophobic?" I said while pulling his hands away.
I stared at him blankly before laughing. "Lame excuse, Ambrose."
"Whatever." I answered back.
"Do you think he will apologise?" I asked him. I hope he says yes.
"No. I know he will."
I smiled. "And why is that."
"Niall can't resist beautiful girls." He said while wiggling his eyes.
I scoffed. "That's it? And by the way I am not –"
"Don't say you're not beautiful or else will volunteer in entering your closet full of dead bodies."
I giggled. "And because Niall is a good guy, I know he is."
All I had to hold on to was Harry's words. It's not that I want him to apologise. For some twisted sick masochistic reason, I wanted to see him again, even if I said otherwise earlier.
"4 down, 1 to go." I said then smiled at Harry.
"Now who can that be?" He said looking up pretending to be thinking really hard.
"Well I think it's about this guy with amazing curls." I said teasing him.
"Nick Jonas?" He teased back.
"Well, he does have amazing curls. But this is better than him, or than most other guys. You want to know why?" I asked looking at his grinning face.
"Why?" He asked looking so entertained.
I leaned in to close a few gaps between our faces. "Because he can handle this mess." I said while pointing at me.
"You're not a mess. You're beautiful." I can almost feel his breath hitting my face.
Once again, I retracted from my position. Like I said, there was this pull I have towards him. But something else was missing, something I can't pin point.
"Thanks Harry." I said looking at him.
"So what about this guy..." he continued to tease me.
"Yes! Come on please, I am so interested."
He lifted up his arms and motioned me to move closer and snuggle with him. I hesitated, which I think he saw.
"Ambrose, I don't bite."
I grinned and slid closer to him.
"Or do I?" he smirked.
"Oh shush, just go on." I said. I can feel his chin resting on top of my head.
"It's just a short story." He said. I felt his hand now stroking my hair.
"I don't care" I whispered.
"Well for starters, his name was Harry Edward Styles. He's part of this boy band with is best mates."
"That's too short." I giggled.
He lightly tapped my head. "Hey, I'm not yet done!"
"Sorry" I meeped.
"One day, he met this girl named Ambrose. And from that day onwards…"
I shifted my head so I was looking directly at him. "He realised his story has only just begun."
With all the things that happened today, Niall was flipping out on me, Harry Styles on my doorstep, sudden confessions and late night flirting, there was one thing I processed in my head. One thing was clear to me.
Whatever Harry and I are, or are meant to be, I want him to stay in my life, forever.
NIALLS, P.O.V
Drenched and cold, I managed to make my way back to our pad. Once I stepped in the living room, I saw the three other boys and Paul were sitting in the living room watching a video on the big screen.
Oh hey that was me flipping gout in front of an audience.
Theres a shot gun, shoot me now please.
They all felt my presence, so they all shifted their attention to me.
"Woaah" I heard Zayn say. Maybe it's the first time he saw me this horrible.
I didn't notice another figure in the room. Much bigger, wearing a white shirt and good tailored pants. He turned around and I knew it was trouble.
"Simon?" I asked.
Without saying anything, he lifted a folder clear enough for me to see. I can see the initials D.C written on the top of it. Oh no, oh no. not again, I can't take the management screwing me up again.
"I'm pretty sure you are familiar with this" Simon said.
Unwillingly, I replied. "Damage Control."
He handed me the folder and I unenthusiastically got it from him.
What does management want me to do now?
