Sorry, I haven't updated in so long. I was really busy with My Best Friend's Sister. Will be updating more. XoXo.

I sat on the staircase with tears rolling down my cheeks. Was he really right? Am I that bad? I always make comments on others but I am the epitome of imperfection. Am I? My thoughts were really overpowering my senses as I couldn't stop thinking about Harry's harsh words.

"Can I talk to you?" said a voice from behind. I recognized that voice. All those insults came from that very voice. I turned back to see Harry standing there awkwardly with a little guilt. "What's left for me to hear?" I asked, trying to hide my tears.

"An apology," he said and I was stumped. An apology? Who is he and where is the Harry I hate? "If this is another one of your ways of belittling me, then I guess you'll be successful," I said, looking away.

He came and stood right next to me. "May I?" he asked, pointing at the empty spot next to me. I nodded. I wanted to know what he wanted to say. He sat and looked at me for a few moments. "So...?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. And no, it's not me trying to belittle you. I'm genuinely sorry," he said, sincerely. What.. the.. fuck? I didn't get what was happening. "Wait... you're actually apologizing? I'm sure you're friends sent you," I said in utter surprise.

"My friends actually asked me to apologize because they knocked some sense into my head but that's not just it," he said, his eyes flashing brightly. "Then what is it?" I asked.

"I don't really hate people in general okay? I just behaved like a jerk with you because you were really mean to me and that day you just hurt me. On the first fight, I didn't realise it would be so big, I just wanted to have fun but you got serious and then you punched me. I was really taken back. I didnt know how to react and I agree, I am a little bit of a dick. But today my friends told me how I shouldn't have done anything I've in all these days and why you got so mad on the first day. I'm really sorry and I don't expect you to forgive me right away because I just crossed the limit today but I really had to apologize for what I've done." He was finally done and I couldn't believe my ears. No one has ever apologized to me so sincerely but there he was, the guys I hate, maybe hated, the most, right in front of me, saying sorry like he really meant it.

"Umm, I don't know what to say. I'm also sorry for hurting you before but I guess I need time to digest this," I said and he smiled at me. "You really don't have to apologize, I was really mean to you," said Harry and he was being sweet with me. Why on earth was he smiling? "No, really, I said things that I probably shouldn't have," I said because it would feel weird if he apologized and I didn't for doing the same things.

"Then, it's okay, I was wrong too," he replied. I got up, I still couldn't believe anything that was going on. I looked back and said, "Harry?" He got up and looked at me with expectation. "It's okay," I said with a smile and he smiled back.

A week had passed since my apology session with Harry but we're not really friends or something. We share smiles when we see each other but that's it. And I feel like that's good. Zayn and I haven't really 'met up' much in this week, okay, not at all. I think he's avoiding me. Why? I was thinking about how Zayn seen-zoned my "What's up?" text 5minutes ago and still hasn't replied while walking on the corridors. My classes were over so I was going back home. It was a Friday and I had no weekend plans what-so-ever.

I stopped when I heard something on my way. It was a beautiful music. I was sure it was coming from One Direction's music room. I could recognize the five voices. All of them were so soothing. I just stood there, listening for a while but turned around as I saw one of them coming out. I was walking away when I heard him call from behind. "Hey Maya!" Niall called.

"Hey Niall!" I replied. Niall and I were pretty good friends now. He tried to flirt with me sometimes but it was just friendly so no worries with that. "Were you eavesdropping again?" he asked playfully.

"No, I wasn't. I was just passing by, going home," I denied. "I was just kidding but you can come and listen to us anytime you want," he offered. "No it's fine, I don't want to intrude," I rejected politely.

"It's not intruding. I'm inviting you and the boys won't mind, really," he said convincingly. "I actually need to go home right now. See ya later?" I was clearly trying to run away.

"Fine. Actually, tomorrow we're jamming at Zayn and Harry's. Why don't you come over, you live right across the hall," he offered, again. "I don't know, I don't think I should," I tried to reject. "Please, please, please. I insist!" he looked at me more expectantly than ever. "Okay fine, just text me the time and all," I finally agreed because saying no to Niall is a little hard.

"Great! See you tomorrow!" he said with enthusiasm. "Yeah, see you," I replied and walked away.

Niall returned to their room with a bottle of water. "What took you so long?" Liam asked him. "Oh, I met Maya on the way so I chatted with her for a while," Niall answered, casually. Zayn looked up hearing Maya's name. "By the way, I invited her to Zayn and Harry's tomorrow for our jam session," Niall informed them.

"Okay. It's actually nice to have audience sometimes," Louis said. "Yeah, she's nice," said Liam. "Did you just invite someone to our place?" Harry asked. "Do you mind?" Niall questioned. "Not really, considering I don't hate her anymore," Harry replied.

"Oh, thank god for that!" said Louis.

It was Saturday and I didn't really want to go to their place. Niall had texted me that they'll be there at 5pm. It was 4pm and I was thinking of possible excuses. I thought of sickness but then I thought he'll be worried so no. Then I thought of making fake plans but that wouldn't work because I didn't feel like leaving home at all. Then I thought I'll go out with Lana and Georgia for real, but Lana had a family event and Georgia had a date. So, I had to go. I opened my closet and picked up a casual blue croptop and jeans. I put on less to almost no make-up and tied up my long dark hair into a high ponytail with my favourite scrunchie.

If you want my honest opinion, I looked good. Casual, but good. There was still 20 minutes when my doorbell rang. I saw Niall standing outside through the peephole. I opened the door. "So? You ready?" he asked. "I thought you said 5," I replied. "But you're already dressed up," he said and that was true. I was very punctual. I would always get ready at least 10 minutes before any event. I believe in better be safe than sorry.

"The other boys have already reached so come on," he said. "Did you actually stop by to take me to the other side of the hall?" I asked, teasing him. "I thought you might back out, that's why," he defended himself.

We reached Zayn and Harry's apartment. They all welcomed me but Zayn was still a little weird. What's wrong with this guy?

I sat down a little behind kinda next to Niall as the boys sat in what looked like a circular form. The armchair was really comfortable. Niall smiled at me and started playing a tune on his guitar. They sang for a while and man, they were great!

"Let's take a break now," Louis said and the others agreed. I got a call. It was my sister. "Guys, I'll be back. I need to take this," saying that I walked out.

I sat on the landing in the hallway. I picked up the call. "Hey Manu!" I greeted her. I literally love my sister more than life. I really miss her, more than my parents, honestly.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?!" she complained.

"Fine," I rolled my eyes.

"Why are you dressed up?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

"Get that look off, I was with some friends who are my neighbours."

"Oh nice! Wait... I thought two really hit dudes were your neighbours and you hated one of them."

"Thanks for the compliment!" said a voice from behind.

"Holy shit! You are hot!" Manisha said in utter astonishment.

Yes, it was Harry. This... was embarrassing. "Hi, I'm Harry," he said and sat next to me. Manisha was just staring at him, she was clearly bowled.

"Umm Manish this is Harry, and Harry this is my sister, Manisha," I introduced them to each other very awkwardly. "Wait, you were the one she hates," she finally spoke.

"I also hated her so it's fine," he replied with a smile and I guess, she just died.

"Yeah, you were the one she hated. I remember her saying brown curls, sea-blue eyes, green when in light, tall and gorgeous. That's definitely you," Manisha blabbered and this time I died, out of embarrassment.

"Ah-huh, that... is a great description," Harry said, thoroughly amused.

"I'll talk to you later, sis. Bye," I said before she said that I once told her that being mad at such a hot guy like Harry gets hard sometimes. "Okay, fine, I've gotta go as well," she replied. "Where are you going?" I asked, more like inquired.

"I'm going to a friend's. Now bye," she said. "Okay, bye," saying that I hung up.

"I had no idea you noticed me so well," Harry said, still amused. "I usually notice people I dislike," I poorly tried to defend myself. "And tell others that they're gorgeous?" he raised an eyebrow, the smirk didn't leave his face.

"Shut up," I said, slightly blushing. "And you told her that I was really hot and how the colour of my eyes changes?" he continued teasing me.

"You know what? I'm just gonna go back to hating you," I said. "Okay fine, I'm sorry but I'll tease about it later," he said and I rolled my eyes. "Just don't tell anybody else, please," I requested.

"Done."

End of chapter. Slightly lame but I want Maya and Harry to have kind of a friendship and see how I really want to end this. And please tell me, Niall, Harry or Zayn, who would you want her to end up with? XoXo.