Too Many Secrets
Chapter 18
Ryann P.O.V
"He's just such a dick sometimes, y'know?" I stirred the tea, taking baby sips occasionally.
"Sometimes guys are like that," Niall shrugged. He was laying on his back, his right hand acting as a cushion for his head. His legs brushed my thighs and his socks felt fuzzy against my skin.
"They shouldn't be," I sat the mug on his coffee table and moved next to him. I snuggled closer to Niall's chest, stealing the warmth his body gave off.
"Why are you with him? If he treats you so bad, why are you still dating him?" Niall asked. He snuggled closer to me, wrapping both arms around me securely.
I sighed before answering.
"Because I love him."
Niall P.O.V
I picked up Ryann's limp body and carried her to my stairs. I walked up them slowly and careful to not wake her. I laid her body on my bed and covered her with my duvet. She moved around and furrowed her eyebrows, like she was looking for someone.
"Harry?" Ryann muttered, searching the bed.
I smiled sadly and moved closer to her. I got under the brown cover and hgged her close to me. I knew she as missing Harry and the stress of he and Channing wasn't making anything better.
She smiled feeling my skin touch hers. "I missed you so much, Harry," she murmured.
I kissed her forehead softly and massagd her hair.
"He misses you, too."
Ryann P.O.V
I wwalked the front door of my house, sulking. I could feel the bags under my eyes and I sighed frustratingly when I heard voices.
Charlotte walked up to me with a girl by her side. She whore baggy swetpants and a shirt just one size too big. She ginned at me and I remembeed her.
"Sage Bleasdale," I sneered to her.
"Ryann Conners," Her voice was a smooth British accent.
"You remember each other?" Charlotte asked quizzically.
"Definitely," I looked her up and down, remembering our first meeting.
I checked my phone and noticed it a little over three 'O' clock. I didn't have enough money with me to go shopping, so I walked around until I saw familiar scenes near our house.
I opened the door slowly and heard Charlotte laughing with someone. It was a female voice making me walk into house at normal speed.
I saw a girl with pink and white hair sitting on the couch with her back to me.
"Hello," I waved mildly.
"Hi," she looked at me for half a second. I felt her eyes judging me and her slight scoff at my clothes.
"Ryann, this is Sage," Charlotte introduced.
"Oh!" Sage stood surprised.
"You're Ryann."
I nodded, faking a smile.
"I thought Ryann was your brother. It is a boys name," she said smiling.
I faked a laugh at her.
"Oh that was funny. That was really funny," I pointed at her and covered my mouth with my other hand.
I looked at Charlotte with a grin.
"Does she get her jokes from Harry? Because that was just despicable," I shook my head.
"No need to be rude, Ryann," Sage scolded me.
"I am grown, bitch. I can be as rude as I want," I spoke back.
I walked to the stairs and climbed up them at my own pace.
"Hey, Ryann. What's that bulge in your pants. Hiding something are we?" Sage asked innocently.
"That's my dick. I am a boy, right?" I trudged up the stairs.
I turned around and went down three stairs itching to say something.
"Nice car out there, Sage. It would be a shame if somehow it got keyed or even worse, a rock got thrown at it," I smiled sickly at her.
Just like her smile was before I said that last sentence.
And on upon saying that, I walked upstairs to my room and pulled out my phone ready to dial a number.
"Colbie, you will not BELIEVE what just happened, today."
"I remember you," Sage smiled at me. "I'm sorry that got off to a bad start. I really am. Maybe one day, we can actually be friends," she looked at me hopefully.
"Maybe," I cocked my head to the side in pretend care.
"Ryann!" A voice yelled for me. I instantly jumped at the voice and walked closer to the stairs. Channing stared down at me, his eyes locking with mine.
And for some odd reason, I was too afraid to look away from the rage the infuriated his eyes.
"He's just such a dick sometimes, y'know?" I stirred the tea, taking baby sips occasionally.
"Sometimes guys are like that," Niall shrugged. He was laying on his back, his right hand acting as a cushion for his head. His legs brushed my thighs and his socks felt fuzzy against my skin.
"They shouldn't be," I sat the mug on his coffee table and moved next to him. I snuggled closer to Niall's chest, stealing the warmth his body gave off.
"Why are you with him? If he treats you so bad, why are you still dating him?" Niall asked. He snuggled closer to me, wrapping both arms around me securely.
I sighed before answering.
"Because I love him."
Niall P.O.V
I picked up Ryann's limp body and carried her to my stairs. I walked up them slowly and careful to not wake her. I laid her body on my bed and covered her with my duvet. She moved around and furrowed her eyebrows, like she was looking for someone.
"Harry?" Ryann muttered, searching the bed.
I smiled sadly and moved closer to her. I got under the brown cover and hgged her close to me. I knew she as missing Harry and the stress of he and Channing wasn't making anything better.
She smiled feeling my skin touch hers. "I missed you so much, Harry," she murmured.
I kissed her forehead softly and massagd her hair.
"He misses you, too."
Ryann P.O.V
I wwalked the front door of my house, sulking. I could feel the bags under my eyes and I sighed frustratingly when I heard voices.
Charlotte walked up to me with a girl by her side. She whore baggy swetpants and a shirt just one size too big. She ginned at me and I remembeed her.
"Sage Bleasdale," I sneered to her.
"Ryann Conners," Her voice was a smooth British accent.
"You remember each other?" Charlotte asked quizzically.
"Definitely," I looked her up and down, remembering our first meeting.
*FLASH BACK ONE MONTH AGO*
I checked my phone and noticed it a little over three 'O' clock. I didn't have enough money with me to go shopping, so I walked around until I saw familiar scenes near our house.
I noticed there was a dark green car in the driveway of our home. The green color was horrible and I didn't know why that person would choose it. I didn't know whose car it could be, so I walked to the house slower in case it was a murderer.
I opened the door slowly and heard Charlotte laughing with someone. It was a female voice making me walk into house at normal speed.
I saw a girl with pink and white hair sitting on the couch with her back to me.
"Hello," I waved mildly.
"Hi," she looked at me for half a second. I felt her eyes judging me and her slight scoff at my clothes.
"Ryann, this is Sage," Charlotte introduced.
"Oh!" Sage stood surprised.
"You're Ryann."
I nodded, faking a smile.
"I thought Ryann was your brother. It is a boys name," she said smiling.
I faked a laugh at her.
"Oh that was funny. That was really funny," I pointed at her and covered my mouth with my other hand.
I looked at Charlotte with a grin.
"Does she get her jokes from Harry? Because that was just despicable," I shook my head.
"No need to be rude, Ryann," Sage scolded me.
"I am grown, bitch. I can be as rude as I want," I spoke back.
I walked to the stairs and climbed up them at my own pace.
"Hey, Ryann. What's that bulge in your pants. Hiding something are we?" Sage asked innocently.
"That's my dick. I am a boy, right?" I trudged up the stairs.
I turned around and went down three stairs itching to say something.
"Nice car out there, Sage. It would be a shame if somehow it got keyed or even worse, a rock got thrown at it," I smiled sickly at her.
Just like her smile was before I said that last sentence.
And on upon saying that, I walked upstairs to my room and pulled out my phone ready to dial a number.
"Colbie, you will not BELIEVE what just happened, today."
*FLASH BACK OVER*
"I remember you," Sage smiled at me. "I'm sorry that got off to a bad start. I really am. Maybe one day, we can actually be friends," she looked at me hopefully.
"Maybe," I cocked my head to the side in pretend care.
"Ryann!" A voice yelled for me. I instantly jumped at the voice and walked closer to the stairs. Channing stared down at me, his eyes locking with mine.
And for some odd reason, I was too afraid to look away from the rage the infuriated his eyes.
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