Confrontations

I fell onto my bed. I sat there for hours doing nothing but staring at the ceiling, hours. I was thinking about Niall and Zac, but mostly Niall. Why couldn't I get this boy out of my head? Why couldn't I move on? Zac was right in front of me and he was perfect and a gentleman and anything a girl could get if they're lucky, but I was still stuck in the past. Trapped.

All of the sudden, I heard my phone ding. I quickly grabbed it and looked at the text.

Emma

'How's the boy drama going?'

Emma, I needed her now more than anything. I needed to talk to her and I wanted advice and, even though I would never admit this to her, I missed her!

'Not good' I responded.

At the same time, I heard my phone ding again but this time it was from Harry.

'Why'd you rush out this morning?'

'Plans' I responded.

'Ohh. How'd that go?'

'Good but I'm broke now. No more shopping for me :( How's stuff there?'

'Boring'

'How exciting, well I'm going to bed, night Harry'

'Hey Lennon, Niall was asking about you today'

Although I was curious as to what Niall had said about me, I ignored the text and went to bed.

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*DREAM ON, DREAM ON, DREAM ON, DRE--*

Wow that alarm was way too loud!! I quickly turned it off and glanced at the familiar ceiling I had been staring at last night. I then glared at my phone: 7:46, I should not be up this early!

I forced myself to get out of bed and I dragged myself to the bathroom. I brushed out my hair and put it in a tight, high ponytail. I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth. I grabbed my mascara, applied a few coats, and walked over to my suitcase, which had clothes scattered all around it.

I picked out a black Rolling Stones sweatshirt with a pair of light blue jeggings and my Dr. Martens (that I was absolutely in love with). Lazy day, I thought, as I slowly walked out of my room.

I hurried over to Starbucks and picked up an Iced-Coffee to wake me up. I then ran back to the hotel and arrived back in the meeting room just in time for the start.

"As you all know, we are spending two months in England now, not consecutively, however," the director of the archaeology department explained. "Furthermore, we need to plan out a schedule as our first official dig will be next Wednesday, the 11th of June, and we will be selecting a small group of people to join Ms. Martin (assistant director) and myself. We will be choosing five people based off of your essays from a few months back and your overall drive to be involved. We are looking for people who excel at speaking with new people and people who are confident, as we need to be setting a standard. That is all," he said concluding.

I walked up to him as everyone quietly left the room. "Hello Mr. Chawser, my name is Lennon Giovanni. I just wanted to let you know that I am very excited to be working here and I am also quite honored. I cannot wait to get started and if you ever need any help, just let me know." I smiled and turned around to walk away. Three, two,

"Uhh, Miss Giovanni," I spun around, reforming my polite smile. "I know that Ms. Martin and I would be thrilled if you joined us on our first dig."

"That would be an honor!" I said proudly. He shook my hand, firmly, and then I walked back up to my room, up the flight of stairs.

I don't mean to sound cocky but, that works every time. He clearly stated in his spiel that he needed people that were good at talking to new people and people who are confident and I just displayed both of those characteristics. Point for me.

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A few days passed, a few boring days. I basically just explored more of London, did a bit of shopping, and read two Agatha Christie novels, she was my favorite author. Sandy was super busy with work and Zac and I texted back and forth a few times but nothing interesting was said.

It was now Wednesday, a week before the dig. I was sitting in Starbucks, chewing on a scone, when my phone buzzed in my back pocket. I pulled it out and smiled at the screen.

Harry

'Hey you disappeared. Come over for dinner please. We miss ya!! x'

'What time?'

I got a response almost immediately.

'Right now. I'm home alone and bored.'

'I'll be there soon. I'm bringing food.'

I looked down at my outfit, this would have to do. Today I had on a red tee-shirt that said ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE on it. I was also sporting my light blue leggings and I had on my Dr. Martens yet again. My hair was in a high ponytail and I had on absolutely no makeup, aside from lip-balm. I got on the bus and put my headphones in my ear, headphones in, world out.

I wanna be drunk when I wake up,

On the right side of the wrong bed.

Yesss!! My favorite Ed Sheeran song. I turned the volume up a couple of notches and tapped my fingers on my armrest.

And every excuse I made up,

Tell you the truth I hate

What didn't kill me

It never made me stronger at all.

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I stopped at a deli by the boy's flat when I got off the bus. I got a few sandwiches and two large bags of chips... crisps?? Britishy words confused me.

I knocked on room 4B and Louis opened the door. I thought Harry said he was alone? Oh well, at least I got extra sandwiches.

"Hey Lennon, I didn't know you were coming over. You were gone by the time I woke up the other day," he said with a pouty face. I giggled and gave him a hug.

I walked over to the family room and plopped down on the couch next to a sleeping Harry. To wake him up, I swung my bag full of food and hit him square in the face.

"Louis!! What th---- Oh hey Lennon," he said opening his eyes and rubbing his head where I hit him. "Hey! Why'd you do that? I would suspect something like that from Louis but not from you!! I don't know if we can still be friends," he said crossing his arms over his chest.

"I guess I'll have to eat all this food by myself, and you know that I can!!" I said pouring out the contents of the bag onto the couch.

"Well you have to share with me," Louis said, sitting next to me and grabbing a bag of chips.

Harry sat, pondering what his next move would be. He suddenly jumped up and snatched a sandwich, running into the kitchen. I could chase him but.... nahh.

I grabbed a sandwich and so did Louis. We sat eating quietly until I heard footsteps from upstairs. I looked at the ceiling, questioningly, then to Louis.

"Who else is home?"

"Niall," he said, staring at the television.

Harry slowly made his way back into the room, munching on his now half-eaten sandwich. He sat all the way on the end of the couch, far from me.

"All you have to do is apologize, then you do not have to fear your life." I looked at him maniacally.

"You're the one who hit me wi--" I shot daggers at him. "I'm sorry Lennon."

"I guess I forgive you," I said as Harry moved towards the middle of the couch, smiling.

"Where'd you get the food? It's good," Louis said, pulling his eyes away from his show.

"A sandwich shop about five seconds away."

"We have a place to get sandwiches here? Mind-blown."

"Yeah it's only only right outside of this building."

"Thank you for enlightening me," Louis said before glueing his eyes back to the t.v.

Harry laughed and I turned, facing him.

"So, I thought you were alone and bored. I felt bad so I came over," I said laughing.

"Yeah Louis came out of nowhere and then Niall and--" he stopped, twiddling his figures awkwardly.

"Niall and?" I questioned, just as I heard footsteps approaching. It didn't sound like just one pair of footsteps however. Unfortunately, I think I knew who the other pair belonged to.

"Yeah it's this really cute diamond necklace," I heard a familiar shrill voice say. "I seem to not have enough money," she continued, her voice getting louder.

I saw her turn the corner with Niall, who was staring at the ground, nodding his head. I was mentally slapping this bitch. Was she really using Niall for money like that? I guess that shouldn't come as much of a surprise.

She immediately noticed me and acted fast. This girl seemed to be an idiot but it was quite obvious that she knew what was going on. She slammed Niall into the wall next to her, she quickly looked back at me, smirking, and then she violently pushed her lips onto his.

I could tell that this action caught him off guard and he immediately pushed her away and walked into the kitchen without even noticing me.

"Nially!!! Wait Pumpky!!" she yelled after him. Eww. Pumpky?

I had to stop myself from laughing, the way she tried to make me jealous and he just rejected her.

Seconds later, Niall reemerged from the kitchen with a ginormous slice of chocolate cake. He shoved a piece into his mouth and that's when he noticed me. I had to stifle a laugh, again. He had chocolate all over his face, and I think he knew it too. He tried his best to rub it off but it wasn't working. His face was turning red from embarrassment.

I heard heels clacking against the floor and then I saw Stacy. Today she was sporting a top that revealed her belly button, it was extremely tight and it looked like her boobs were going to fall out of it any second. She was wearing another pair of jean underwear but this one had cuts in it so, needless to say, it was even more revealing. How was that even possible? She also had on six inch hot pink heels that didn't match her outfit at all and her hair was pin straight. Her makeup was excruciatingly heavy. Such a role model, to say the least.

Niall didn't take his eyes off of me, his gorgeous, deep blue ey--- Lennon, control yourself. Stacy pushed him along to the far side of the couch and I turned to Louis, who was ignoring everything and watching his show. What was so interesting about the food channel? I turned my attention to it and saw the cook baking some sort of chicken dish that made my mouth water, and suddenly, I was hypnotized as well.

When the woman on the t.v. was trying her dish, and making awkward mmmmm noises, I turned to Niall. Stacy was currently trying to feed him his cake but Niall didn't seem too enthralled. I felt like I was going to be sick. Blehh. I walked into the kitchen and threw out the two bags of chips and the four sandwich wrappers, yes we ate all the food. I had to somehow avoid seeing Stacy.

I was putting soda back into the fridge when I heard heels clacking. I spun around to see Stacy's face inches from mine.

"Bitch," she yelled.

Slut, I thought.

"I know what you are trying to do but it is not going to work. Stay away from my Niall!" she screamed in my face.

I sunk back on the refrigerator that I was leaning on, wishing I were invisible.

"Wow too scared to say anything back. Well he loves me so get over it!" she spat.

"Well you don't love him," I spat back, with a new found confidence, straightening myself out.

"No but I love his money," she said. I knew it! And she was calling me a bitch?

"You--"

*SLAP*

I guess she anticipated what I was about to say. I felt the stinging in my cheeks as I pulled my hand to my now burning cheek. I looked into her spiteful eyes, as mine started to water and my vision became blurred with my tears.

"Get out!" I heard an all too familiar Irish accent yell.

Stacy spun around and ran up to Niall but he roughly pushed her off of him.

"I don't want to see your face ever again. Get the hell out of here!!"

Stacy whimpered and tried to cling onto Niall.

"NOW!!" he yelled loudly. I have never seen Niall mad but it scared me, even if it wasn't directed towards me.

Stacy turned towards the door, running out, but not before tripping on her heel.

I slid my back down the fridge and sat on the floor. I hugged my knees to my chest, crying.

"Go lad," I heard Harry's husky voice say, has he been in here the whole time too?

Then I felt pair of strong arms lift me up.

"I'm so sorry, Lennon," he whispered in my ear.

He placed on my feet and put his arms down,releasing me, expecting me to leave. Instead, I flung my arms back around his neck and cried into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist as I dug my face further into his neck.

"Shhh, it's okay. You're okay," Niall softly whispered in my ear, rubbing circles on my back.

I heard Harry leave the kitchen while I sunk deeper into Niall, if that was even possible. I could smell his familiar cologne before he slowly pulled away.

He looked me right in the eyes, our faces inches apart, I wanted nothing more than to kiss him right then and there.

"Love, are you alright?" he said sweetly.

Love? I was swooning. I rubbed my eye with my sleeve and sniffled. Niall put his hand on my waist (was he trying to kill me) and led me into the family room.

He sat me down on the couch and sat next to me. I calmed down a good amount and looked up to see all the boys staring at me and Niall giving them all looks as if saying 'stop staring, I got it'.

"What are we watching?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Friends," Harry said, looking at me sympathetically.

"I love that show!!" I said excitedly, attempting to prove I was okay.

After watching three episodes, and being repeatedly asked by Niall if I was okay, I fell asleep.

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