Mistreated
Envy
December 14th Continued
Harry’s POV:
I feel a dip in the bed and a head join mine on my pillow.
“Where did you go?” I rasp, my eyes still closed.
Her arm hugs my waist, “I figured you’d be hungry when you woke up.”
“You thought correctly,” I grinned and finally fluttered my eyes open. She looked so beautiful. Her plump cheeks, her flawless skin, her sparkling eyes, her perfectly straight hair and finally, her beautiful smile that sends butterflies bursting through my stomach. I missed this so much. I’m an idiot for letting her go.
“What?” she giggled her cute little giggle.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are today?”
She looks at the ceiling and bites her lip, “I don’t think you have in forever, Styles. You’re losing your touch.”
“Well I’m going to have to fix that, aren’t I?” I grabbed her waist and rolled her to her back before I towered my body over her’s, making her laugh. “You look beautiful as always.”
“You could use a shower,” she smirked.
I chuckled, “Shut up.” I leaned down to kiss her, but she pushed me off. I groaned and slid my hands down my face.
“I mean it, Styles. Eat and shower,” she poked my nose at every word. “Then maybe a kiss.”
“Maybe?”
She taunted me, “Maybe.”
“Jerk,” I muttered and sat up with her. She pulled a plate of waffles off the end table and handed them to me with a smirk on her face. She’s cute when she’s like this, but then again, she’s always cute. So sappy, I know. I blame her.
“Zayn made them, I had to steal a stack before Niall could eat them all,” she grinned, the corners of her mouth smiling against her cheeks.
I chuckled and grabbed a waffle, “He does that.” I started munching on the delicious waffles. Who knew Zayn could cook? I notice Iris’s smile slowly flatten. “What’s wrong?”
She shrugged, “I don’t want to ruin the moment.”
“Talk,” I bat my eyelashes like an idiot, but it made her smile reappear.
“You need to go out more.” I sigh. “Harry, you just sit in the room all day or go to Riley's and just sit with her. You need to go out and have so fun.”
I point to the wheelchair that sat in the room, “Mercy, I’m not going out with that thing.”
“You just need to pimp it out,” she stole a waffle from my plate and tore off a piece to eat.
“Don’t say pimp again,” I laugh.
“Pimp,” she says popping the ‘P’s.
“You’re so lucky you’re cute,” I shake my head and take another bite of the fluffy treat. “So, how do you plan on ‘pimping’ out my chair?”
“I already talked about it with Zarrie and Niall and-“
“Zarrie?” I raise my brows.
She giggled, “It’s their ship name.”
“I see.”
She tore another piece of my waffle and help it in her hand, “Anyways¸ Zayn said he knows a place that has cool accessories for the chair and Perrie really wants to put flowers on it.”
“No fucking way,” I shake my head. “No flowers.”
“Not even an iris?” she pouted before tossing the piece of waffle in her mouth.
I chuckled and poked her bottom lip, “Maybe.”
“Punishment for not kissing you, huh?” she laughed.
“Yup,” I said before munching on my food further.
She shrugged, “Oh well, it’s just a flower.” Damn it. She wins.
We sat on the bed for another hour. I listened to her stories about her adventures with Niall and the sleepover last night. She’s been so happy, she’s glowing really. She wishes that I’d feel that way, but I don’t know. The only happiness I ever feel is when I’m with her.
She’s never been so talkative. For once, I like hearing someone speak so much. All the silence we craved had been going on for far too long, so talking was nice for a change. Of course, she did most of the chatting.
There’s so much I learned about her within this moment alone. She likes to dance, she finds ice skating fun, she went to the beach for the first time with Niall, she had her first sleepover last night, she loves the outdoors, and tacos are her favorite food. Tacos. This girl is perfect for me.
All this was Niall’s doing. It pains me knowing I wasn’t the one who could permanently mark a smile on her beautiful face. It was him. But then again, he’s a happy guy. I swear that guy is never sad. He and his perfect life make me envy him. I’d give anything to be in that guy’s shoes.
After breakfast, Iris helped bag up my leg. I took a bath and cleaned up. She made me shave too. I guess stubble is a turn-off for her, but that’s okay because I wasn’t a fan of it either. She brought down another set of clothes for me to wear because the one’s I’ve only been wearing for two hours were ‘already smelly’. The things I put up with…but it’s all worth it. She’s worth it.
“Kiss?” I ask her once I’m finally situated in my chair. She hums and nods before straddling me, meeting me halfway for a long and passionate kiss. The kiss I longed for. I swear in that moment, my heart was going to explode out of my chest. This girl does so many things to me, things I can’t even explain.
“Ready?” she asks after pulling away from the kiss.
I sigh happily, and yes, happily. “Yes.”
“It’s good to see you out of the house Haz,” Zayn smiles at me as Iris pushes me through the store. Niall and Perrie were walking alongside of us.
“Glad to be out of there,” I exhale, running my fingers through my curls.
Perrie squeals, “You should get this!” We’re looking for spoke guards for the wheelchair, just to spice it up a bit. She holds up one with flowers all over it, of course.
“When you’re in a wheelchair, I’ll get you that,” I joked and she stuck her tongue out at me.
“Is there something specific you had in mind?” Iris asks.
I shake my head, “Not really.”
“What about this, Haz?” Niall holds up a different box of spoke guards.
“Ooo,” Iris coos. “Cool.”
I chuckled, “Works for me.”
“Now you need a cushion for your buttocks,” Iris turns us down another aisle.
I snicker, “Buttocks.”
“What?”
“You say it funny,” I giggle. Americans pronounce it differently than the British do and frankly, I think it’s funny how they say it. But-tocks…its pronounced but-ticks.
“Well you say water funny. Wah-tuh,” she mocks us. The boys and Perrie laugh along with me.
I point to a plain grey seat cushion, “I’ll just get that.”
“A plain one?” Zayn scoffed.
Niall pushed my shoulder playfully, “You’re no fun, Haz.”
I watched as Perrie ran over and grabbed a cushion off the shelf and waved it in my face, “Get it!”
I raise a brow at it, “That? Really?” Flowers…what a shocker.
“It stays within your red theme,” she says. Then, she starts putting on her puppy dog eyes no one can ever say no to.
I sigh, “You know what Perrie? Just for you.” I can’t believe I caved in.
“Looking good Harry,” Zayn nodded in approval of the finished product. The wheelchair was definitely looking better, even with the stupid cushions. We set it up in the parking lot and now we’re out for dinner at Denny’s, the girls’ requests. Zayn and Perrie sat in one side of the booth, Niall and Iris in the other. I sat in my stupid wheelchair at the end of the table with the boys closer to me.
“Thanks,” I grin.
Niall smirks, “Wanna fuck with the waiter?”
“Hell yeah.” The boys and I, along with Louis and Liam, would always do this. It’s fucking hilarious.
“No Guys,” Perrie whined. “I just want to eat.”
“Party Pooper,” I chuckle.
“You wanna play that game? Then, fine,” she glares. There’s the Perrie I know. I watch as she raises her hand in the air and snaps her fingers, “Waiter!”
The waiter walks over and grins, “Hello everyone, my name is-“
“No one cares,” Perrie scoffs. And she plays the game. He looks baffled by her rudeness and I try to hide my smile behind my fist. “Get these children some kids’ menus with extra crayons please,” she waved her hands at me and the boys.
Zayn scoffs, “But I’m not playing.”
“You are now,” she smirks. The waiter stood in confusion. “Run along,” she shooed the guy and he finally walked away.
“I don’t understand exactly how that’s messing with the waiter,” Iris raises her brows.
“We just started,” Perrie laughed. “Just wait.”
Zayn groans, “It gets worse.”
“Don’t act like you don’t normally do this,” I shove his shoulder and he laughs.
“Here’s your menus,” the waiter leans over my shoulder and passes them out to us, giving the boys and I what Perrie requested. “Can I start you all off with a drink?”
“Lemonade iced tea,” Iris smiles.
“Water with lemon,” Perrie’s tone is snarky. “The boys all want apple juice with bendy straws.” I chuckle along with Nialler. “Chop, chop,” she claps. I hear the waiter mutter something under his breath and walk away and the boys and I instantly start cracking up.
“There’s lemonade iced tea?” Niall asks Iris.
She shrugs, “It’s new, I just wanted to try it.”
“You better give me some,” he pokes her rib making her giggle.
“No, you didn’t give me my foot massage last night,” she sticks her tongue out and blows raspberries at him. Foot massage?
“Well excuse me,” Niall says with sass, but he was still obviously joking. “You drank my hot chocolate.”
She huffs, “I made it.”
“Iris, do you need a kids’ menu too?” Perrie looks at her with a smug look.
Iris giggles, “Maybe.”
“Here’s you drinks,” the waiter mumbles from behind me. He hands out each drink to everyone and places bendy straws in front of me and the boys. “Are you all ready to order?”
“Come here,” Perrie’s finger wiggles him over to her side of the booth. I watched as she whispers something into his ear. “Iris, what do you want?”
“The Brooklyn Spaghetti and Meatballs,” she grins. The waiter nods and jots it down on his pad, along with whatever Perrie was ordering for us.
The whole wait for our food, Perrie, Niall and I kept calling the waiter back over for stupid things: more napkins, more sugar, more bendy straws, more crayons, and creamer. Niall started messing with his drink by pouring a few sugar packets and a few creamers in it before he stuffed as many bendy straws as he could in it and tried to drink it. He claims it’s not that bad, but I noticed him wincing at the taste.
“Here,” Zayn laughed and poured some pepper into Niall’s drink. “Try it now.”
“No!” Niall curled his lips and shook his head.
I suddenly felt something wrap around my neck and my immediate reaction is to grab whoever is behind me and pull them over my shoulder and into my view. “What do you think you’re doing?” I growled.
The waiter looks frantically at me, “I-I-I was just putting on the b-bib she asked me to give you.” I look over at Perrie who is smirking; of course she would make him do something so stupid.
“Well how about a heads up next time?” I snapped. “You could’ve been someone trying to choke me for all I know.”
“S-s-sorry,” he stammers and I release him from my grip. He threw the three bibs he had on the table and sped walked away from the table.
“Geez Perrie,” I exhale and run my fingers through my hair.
She started laughing really hard, “That was the funniest shit I’ve ever seen.”
“I could’ve hurt the guy,” I glared.
“Well you shouldn’t have dragged me into the game,” her smug look returned.
I mutter, “Whatever.”
“Aww, Haz was scared,” Niall poked my ribs.
I groan, “Shut up.”
Iris smiles, “It was kind of funny.” She sat up straight and pulled Niall over her shoulder. “What do you think you’re doing?” she imitated me with a British accent. Her playfulness made me smile, but I tried hard to cover it up. “I see that smile,” she released Niall and pointed to me. “Stop trying to hide it, Styles.”
I laugh and whine, “Stop.”
“There’s those dimples. Niall, poke em for me,” she giggled.
“No,” I chuckled and swatted his hand in his attempt to do as she said.
“Here’s your food,” a different waiter brought our food over. “Who has the Chicken Nuggets?” Perrie pointed to Zayn and the waiter put it in front of him. “The Junior Garden Salad?” Perrie points to Niall who pouts as he receives his food. “The Goldfish Crackers?” Perrie smirks and points to me and the waiter sets it in front of me.
I stare at the bowl of crackers as the waiter gives the girls their food, “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“Nope,” Perrie laughed.
“Does this mean I’m fat?” Niall furrowed his brows at his salad.
Zayn just shrugs and eats his chicken nuggets. Of course he won’t fight with her about it. Pussy. Then again, I probably would argue with Iris about it.
Perrie begins eating her salmon, “And the winner is Perrie.” I just shake my head at her and share my crackers with Niall who shared his salad with me.
After a bit, I notice Niall and Iris drawing on a napkin with the crayons, giggling away. At first, I wasn’t bothered by it but he’s been flirting with her all night: touching her shoulder, messing with her, stealing sips of her drink and bites of her food, and I saw him ‘accidentally’ touch her hand. I’ve tried all night to let it go. It’s just jealousy and Niall wouldn’t be that stupid. Right?
“Niall,” Iris blushes before laughing and placing her hand on his leg. In that moment, I wanted to flip the table. For her sake, I just left. Ignoring Zayn’s calls for me, I rolled out of the restaurant and into the parking lot, stopping by the Zayn’s car.
I sigh a huge sigh which turned into a groan of frustration. This is all my fault. If I never pushed her away to begin with, then she wouldn't have started having feelings for Niall. Smiley Niall. Of course she’d like him. He’s perfect for her and I’m just a grouch who can’t seem to get a hold of myself.
Iris’s POV:
“I’m gonna go talk to him,” I sigh before climbing over Niall’s lap, shoving our napkin in my pocket, and making my way out of the restaurant.
I find Harry by the car with his face buried in his hands. I didn’t understand what happened. We were all having such good time and laughing. He seemed to be enjoying himself until now. What flipped the switch inside him? Why’s he being like this?
“Harry?” I ask softly as I place my hand on his shoulder and rub it.
“You should go back in,” he uncovers his face but I still can’t see it. “I don’t want to ruin your night.”
“You’re not ruining anything,” I grin and walk in front of him.
He doesn’t make eye contact, staring at the rough ground below us, “I’ll just be in the way. You’re so happy. I don’t want to bring you down.” Well those words are already doing that…
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I don’t blame you, choosing Niall over me,” he sighs. “I’m no competition compared to him.” And with that, he starts rolling away.
What? Is he crazy? I don’t like Niall?
Do I?
Harry’s POV:
I feel a dip in the bed and a head join mine on my pillow.
“Where did you go?” I rasp, my eyes still closed.
Her arm hugs my waist, “I figured you’d be hungry when you woke up.”
“You thought correctly,” I grinned and finally fluttered my eyes open. She looked so beautiful. Her plump cheeks, her flawless skin, her sparkling eyes, her perfectly straight hair and finally, her beautiful smile that sends butterflies bursting through my stomach. I missed this so much. I’m an idiot for letting her go.
“What?” she giggled her cute little giggle.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are today?”
She looks at the ceiling and bites her lip, “I don’t think you have in forever, Styles. You’re losing your touch.”
“Well I’m going to have to fix that, aren’t I?” I grabbed her waist and rolled her to her back before I towered my body over her’s, making her laugh. “You look beautiful as always.”
“You could use a shower,” she smirked.
I chuckled, “Shut up.” I leaned down to kiss her, but she pushed me off. I groaned and slid my hands down my face.
“I mean it, Styles. Eat and shower,” she poked my nose at every word. “Then maybe a kiss.”
“Maybe?”
She taunted me, “Maybe.”
“Jerk,” I muttered and sat up with her. She pulled a plate of waffles off the end table and handed them to me with a smirk on her face. She’s cute when she’s like this, but then again, she’s always cute. So sappy, I know. I blame her.
“Zayn made them, I had to steal a stack before Niall could eat them all,” she grinned, the corners of her mouth smiling against her cheeks.
I chuckled and grabbed a waffle, “He does that.” I started munching on the delicious waffles. Who knew Zayn could cook? I notice Iris’s smile slowly flatten. “What’s wrong?”
She shrugged, “I don’t want to ruin the moment.”
“Talk,” I bat my eyelashes like an idiot, but it made her smile reappear.
“You need to go out more.” I sigh. “Harry, you just sit in the room all day or go to Riley's and just sit with her. You need to go out and have so fun.”
I point to the wheelchair that sat in the room, “Mercy, I’m not going out with that thing.”
“You just need to pimp it out,” she stole a waffle from my plate and tore off a piece to eat.
“Don’t say pimp again,” I laugh.
“Pimp,” she says popping the ‘P’s.
“You’re so lucky you’re cute,” I shake my head and take another bite of the fluffy treat. “So, how do you plan on ‘pimping’ out my chair?”
“I already talked about it with Zarrie and Niall and-“
“Zarrie?” I raise my brows.
She giggled, “It’s their ship name.”
“I see.”
She tore another piece of my waffle and help it in her hand, “Anyways¸ Zayn said he knows a place that has cool accessories for the chair and Perrie really wants to put flowers on it.”
“No fucking way,” I shake my head. “No flowers.”
“Not even an iris?” she pouted before tossing the piece of waffle in her mouth.
I chuckled and poked her bottom lip, “Maybe.”
“Punishment for not kissing you, huh?” she laughed.
“Yup,” I said before munching on my food further.
She shrugged, “Oh well, it’s just a flower.” Damn it. She wins.
We sat on the bed for another hour. I listened to her stories about her adventures with Niall and the sleepover last night. She’s been so happy, she’s glowing really. She wishes that I’d feel that way, but I don’t know. The only happiness I ever feel is when I’m with her.
She’s never been so talkative. For once, I like hearing someone speak so much. All the silence we craved had been going on for far too long, so talking was nice for a change. Of course, she did most of the chatting.
There’s so much I learned about her within this moment alone. She likes to dance, she finds ice skating fun, she went to the beach for the first time with Niall, she had her first sleepover last night, she loves the outdoors, and tacos are her favorite food. Tacos. This girl is perfect for me.
All this was Niall’s doing. It pains me knowing I wasn’t the one who could permanently mark a smile on her beautiful face. It was him. But then again, he’s a happy guy. I swear that guy is never sad. He and his perfect life make me envy him. I’d give anything to be in that guy’s shoes.
After breakfast, Iris helped bag up my leg. I took a bath and cleaned up. She made me shave too. I guess stubble is a turn-off for her, but that’s okay because I wasn’t a fan of it either. She brought down another set of clothes for me to wear because the one’s I’ve only been wearing for two hours were ‘already smelly’. The things I put up with…but it’s all worth it. She’s worth it.
“Kiss?” I ask her once I’m finally situated in my chair. She hums and nods before straddling me, meeting me halfway for a long and passionate kiss. The kiss I longed for. I swear in that moment, my heart was going to explode out of my chest. This girl does so many things to me, things I can’t even explain.
“Ready?” she asks after pulling away from the kiss.
I sigh happily, and yes, happily. “Yes.”
“It’s good to see you out of the house Haz,” Zayn smiles at me as Iris pushes me through the store. Niall and Perrie were walking alongside of us.
“Glad to be out of there,” I exhale, running my fingers through my curls.
Perrie squeals, “You should get this!” We’re looking for spoke guards for the wheelchair, just to spice it up a bit. She holds up one with flowers all over it, of course.
“When you’re in a wheelchair, I’ll get you that,” I joked and she stuck her tongue out at me.
“Is there something specific you had in mind?” Iris asks.
I shake my head, “Not really.”
“What about this, Haz?” Niall holds up a different box of spoke guards.
“Ooo,” Iris coos. “Cool.”
I chuckled, “Works for me.”
“Now you need a cushion for your buttocks,” Iris turns us down another aisle.
I snicker, “Buttocks.”
“What?”
“You say it funny,” I giggle. Americans pronounce it differently than the British do and frankly, I think it’s funny how they say it. But-tocks…its pronounced but-ticks.
“Well you say water funny. Wah-tuh,” she mocks us. The boys and Perrie laugh along with me.
I point to a plain grey seat cushion, “I’ll just get that.”
“A plain one?” Zayn scoffed.
Niall pushed my shoulder playfully, “You’re no fun, Haz.”
I watched as Perrie ran over and grabbed a cushion off the shelf and waved it in my face, “Get it!”
I raise a brow at it, “That? Really?” Flowers…what a shocker.
“It stays within your red theme,” she says. Then, she starts putting on her puppy dog eyes no one can ever say no to.
I sigh, “You know what Perrie? Just for you.” I can’t believe I caved in.
“Looking good Harry,” Zayn nodded in approval of the finished product. The wheelchair was definitely looking better, even with the stupid cushions. We set it up in the parking lot and now we’re out for dinner at Denny’s, the girls’ requests. Zayn and Perrie sat in one side of the booth, Niall and Iris in the other. I sat in my stupid wheelchair at the end of the table with the boys closer to me.
“Thanks,” I grin.
Niall smirks, “Wanna fuck with the waiter?”
“Hell yeah.” The boys and I, along with Louis and Liam, would always do this. It’s fucking hilarious.
“No Guys,” Perrie whined. “I just want to eat.”
“Party Pooper,” I chuckle.
“You wanna play that game? Then, fine,” she glares. There’s the Perrie I know. I watch as she raises her hand in the air and snaps her fingers, “Waiter!”
The waiter walks over and grins, “Hello everyone, my name is-“
“No one cares,” Perrie scoffs. And she plays the game. He looks baffled by her rudeness and I try to hide my smile behind my fist. “Get these children some kids’ menus with extra crayons please,” she waved her hands at me and the boys.
Zayn scoffs, “But I’m not playing.”
“You are now,” she smirks. The waiter stood in confusion. “Run along,” she shooed the guy and he finally walked away.
“I don’t understand exactly how that’s messing with the waiter,” Iris raises her brows.
“We just started,” Perrie laughed. “Just wait.”
Zayn groans, “It gets worse.”
“Don’t act like you don’t normally do this,” I shove his shoulder and he laughs.
“Here’s your menus,” the waiter leans over my shoulder and passes them out to us, giving the boys and I what Perrie requested. “Can I start you all off with a drink?”
“Lemonade iced tea,” Iris smiles.
“Water with lemon,” Perrie’s tone is snarky. “The boys all want apple juice with bendy straws.” I chuckle along with Nialler. “Chop, chop,” she claps. I hear the waiter mutter something under his breath and walk away and the boys and I instantly start cracking up.
“There’s lemonade iced tea?” Niall asks Iris.
She shrugs, “It’s new, I just wanted to try it.”
“You better give me some,” he pokes her rib making her giggle.
“No, you didn’t give me my foot massage last night,” she sticks her tongue out and blows raspberries at him. Foot massage?
“Well excuse me,” Niall says with sass, but he was still obviously joking. “You drank my hot chocolate.”
She huffs, “I made it.”
“Iris, do you need a kids’ menu too?” Perrie looks at her with a smug look.
Iris giggles, “Maybe.”
“Here’s you drinks,” the waiter mumbles from behind me. He hands out each drink to everyone and places bendy straws in front of me and the boys. “Are you all ready to order?”
“Come here,” Perrie’s finger wiggles him over to her side of the booth. I watched as she whispers something into his ear. “Iris, what do you want?”
“The Brooklyn Spaghetti and Meatballs,” she grins. The waiter nods and jots it down on his pad, along with whatever Perrie was ordering for us.
The whole wait for our food, Perrie, Niall and I kept calling the waiter back over for stupid things: more napkins, more sugar, more bendy straws, more crayons, and creamer. Niall started messing with his drink by pouring a few sugar packets and a few creamers in it before he stuffed as many bendy straws as he could in it and tried to drink it. He claims it’s not that bad, but I noticed him wincing at the taste.
“Here,” Zayn laughed and poured some pepper into Niall’s drink. “Try it now.”
“No!” Niall curled his lips and shook his head.
I suddenly felt something wrap around my neck and my immediate reaction is to grab whoever is behind me and pull them over my shoulder and into my view. “What do you think you’re doing?” I growled.
The waiter looks frantically at me, “I-I-I was just putting on the b-bib she asked me to give you.” I look over at Perrie who is smirking; of course she would make him do something so stupid.
“Well how about a heads up next time?” I snapped. “You could’ve been someone trying to choke me for all I know.”
“S-s-sorry,” he stammers and I release him from my grip. He threw the three bibs he had on the table and sped walked away from the table.
“Geez Perrie,” I exhale and run my fingers through my hair.
She started laughing really hard, “That was the funniest shit I’ve ever seen.”
“I could’ve hurt the guy,” I glared.
“Well you shouldn’t have dragged me into the game,” her smug look returned.
I mutter, “Whatever.”
“Aww, Haz was scared,” Niall poked my ribs.
I groan, “Shut up.”
Iris smiles, “It was kind of funny.” She sat up straight and pulled Niall over her shoulder. “What do you think you’re doing?” she imitated me with a British accent. Her playfulness made me smile, but I tried hard to cover it up. “I see that smile,” she released Niall and pointed to me. “Stop trying to hide it, Styles.”
I laugh and whine, “Stop.”
“There’s those dimples. Niall, poke em for me,” she giggled.
“No,” I chuckled and swatted his hand in his attempt to do as she said.
“Here’s your food,” a different waiter brought our food over. “Who has the Chicken Nuggets?” Perrie pointed to Zayn and the waiter put it in front of him. “The Junior Garden Salad?” Perrie points to Niall who pouts as he receives his food. “The Goldfish Crackers?” Perrie smirks and points to me and the waiter sets it in front of me.
I stare at the bowl of crackers as the waiter gives the girls their food, “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“Nope,” Perrie laughed.
“Does this mean I’m fat?” Niall furrowed his brows at his salad.
Zayn just shrugs and eats his chicken nuggets. Of course he won’t fight with her about it. Pussy. Then again, I probably would argue with Iris about it.
Perrie begins eating her salmon, “And the winner is Perrie.” I just shake my head at her and share my crackers with Niall who shared his salad with me.
After a bit, I notice Niall and Iris drawing on a napkin with the crayons, giggling away. At first, I wasn’t bothered by it but he’s been flirting with her all night: touching her shoulder, messing with her, stealing sips of her drink and bites of her food, and I saw him ‘accidentally’ touch her hand. I’ve tried all night to let it go. It’s just jealousy and Niall wouldn’t be that stupid. Right?
“Niall,” Iris blushes before laughing and placing her hand on his leg. In that moment, I wanted to flip the table. For her sake, I just left. Ignoring Zayn’s calls for me, I rolled out of the restaurant and into the parking lot, stopping by the Zayn’s car.
I sigh a huge sigh which turned into a groan of frustration. This is all my fault. If I never pushed her away to begin with, then she wouldn't have started having feelings for Niall. Smiley Niall. Of course she’d like him. He’s perfect for her and I’m just a grouch who can’t seem to get a hold of myself.
Iris’s POV:
“I’m gonna go talk to him,” I sigh before climbing over Niall’s lap, shoving our napkin in my pocket, and making my way out of the restaurant.
I find Harry by the car with his face buried in his hands. I didn’t understand what happened. We were all having such good time and laughing. He seemed to be enjoying himself until now. What flipped the switch inside him? Why’s he being like this?
“Harry?” I ask softly as I place my hand on his shoulder and rub it.
“You should go back in,” he uncovers his face but I still can’t see it. “I don’t want to ruin your night.”
“You’re not ruining anything,” I grin and walk in front of him.
He doesn’t make eye contact, staring at the rough ground below us, “I’ll just be in the way. You’re so happy. I don’t want to bring you down.” Well those words are already doing that…
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I don’t blame you, choosing Niall over me,” he sighs. “I’m no competition compared to him.” And with that, he starts rolling away.
What? Is he crazy? I don’t like Niall?
Do I?
Notes
So that happened... (;
If you didn't notice before, I placed links to the pictures of the spoke guards and cushions in the story when they talked about it. I decided to start putting the pictures in links on the words because I feel like not everyone would want to see the pictures and would prefer to use their imagination.
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