3. Five Years Waiting.

9.

Honey's pov.

It takes me a couple of minutes to actually process what I'm doing. Yes I'm making out with Niall Horan. Yes 'm doing it in Harry Style's living room while he's out getting wasted. Of course I feel bad but Niall is just so sweet and kind and understanding. I thought Harry would snap out of this, cocky, rude man he has turned into but I was wrong. But this is wrong. Oh so wrong.

Without a second thought I pull away and look to the floor. How stupid can I be? He must think I'm weird just pulling away like that. Come on, who pulls away from making out with Niall Horan? Yeah that would be me.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't of done that," I sigh.

"No, no it's fine," he laughs.

He puts his hands in the air and smiles at me.

"I feel like a complete whore," I moan.

I lean back on the couch and close my eyes.

"For kissing me? That's not whorish at all if I'm honest."

He's laughing again. He must think I'm a prude. I knew deep down one way or another the boys would think that.

"No not for kissing you," I sigh. "Well that is part of the reason but there's more," I admit.

I sit up and look at him again. His expression has now turned more serious then minutes before.

"Let me guess. You were messing around with Harry earlier?"

"I wouldn't call it messing around. It's so much more complicated. Well for me."

I hope Niall's not mad. Harry is just so captivating it's hard to stay mad at him. But when he does things like this I don't know why I bother.

"Care to explain?" He asks.

Am I ready to? Telling Niall about how I feel about Harry would be like opening a door that no one has ever before. Not even Harry himself know's about how I feel. I guess I could tell Niall. He does seem sort of trustworthy and I do need to make friends if I'm going to live over here. I guess I just don't want Harry to know how I feel if it's a dead end. What's the point of having feelings for someone who doesn't feel the same about you?

"Fine but you can't tell Harry," I sigh.

"Why not? He does know you like him right?"

"Yes but that's not the point. I just don't want him to know this."

"Okay fair enough. I won't tell him."

"Thank you," I mutter. I take a deep breath before beginning. "I've had a few relationships. Yes they were good and yes they lasted awhile but they were boring. When I met Harry we got to know each other even though my friends detested him. A lot of drama began especially because one of them was my ex. Anyway my best friend Monica fell pregnant and it just got worse from there."

"Wait hold up," Niall says. He hods a finger in the air to stop me. "Harry told us you first met him when you were sixteen. How old was your best friend when she got pregnant?"

I almost laugh at his question. This is so fucked up.

"My best friend Monica was I think around seventeen, something like that. She fell pregnant with another of my best friends. They all sort of turned on me because of Harry but then we sorted it but Harry was leaving soon to audition for X -Factor. When he did we sort of stopped communicating and I only watched the X -Factor and after that, every song, every interview I just switched off. Until he cam back for his uncle proposing to my foster Mum."