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I ended up at Niall's front door, sobbing. I rang the doorbell, Niall's older brother Greg answered. Without asking he called,
"NI!" Niall bounded down the stairs, his smile faded when he saw me,
"What happened?" He asked, I just began to cry more. He pulled me into his arms, I sobbed into his shoulder. Greg backed away as Niall led me upstairs to his room. Once I had calmed down, I explained everything to Niall,
"Wow," Was all he said. I leaned against his shoulder,
"He was a jerk, and he's dating that-that URGHH," I told him,
"That Urghh?" He asked, I smiled,
"It was the only word I could think of," I said, he chuckled,
"Feel better?" He asked,
"I guess, I just hope that she doesn't use Harry too bad,"
"He'll realize that she's rotten and come crawling back,"
"And then I get to say I told you so?" I asked, Niall grinned,
"And then you get to say I told you so," He nodded. I hugged him,
"Thanks Nialler,"

HARRY'S POV
I watched Stephanie go and immediately regretted what I said to her. I had been angry at her for dissing the girl I had a crush on. In actuality, Mallory was really sweet to me. I understood that they didn't like each other but she didn't have to be so mean. I huffed and rang Mallory; she was there five minutes later to pick me up. Who needed Stephanie, or any of those other guys? I needed to get away.

NIALL'S POV
Stephanie and I sat in my room playing Mario Cart on my Wii. I groaned as she beat me yet again,
"Tell me, what's your secret?" I asked her, she giggled; I had always loved her laugh,
"A video gamer never reveals her secrets" She told me, I raised my eyebrow,
"But maybe she would, by force," I grinned, her blue-grey eyes widened and she jumped off the bed. I chased after her. She was fast but eventually I caught her by the waist, swinging her around. She squealed and I began to tickle her sides. She was extremely ticklish so she immediately began laughing and squirming,
"Niall, stop!" She gasped out, her face bright red; I chuckled and stopped tickling her. She turned around, hands on her hips.
"Oh stop pouting," I told her, she cracked a smile. We stood there in silence for a while, staring at each other. My stomach filled with butterflies. What? Butterflies? I couldn't like Steph, she was my best friend. But when I began to lean towards her, it felt so right. I got nearer and nearer and she didn't object. Just as I was about to kiss her, her cellphone rang,
"Hello," She answered, blushing, "Mhm, mhm, Ok," she said before hanging up, "My Mom wants me home," She said, I frowned,
"Ok," I said, she gave me a hug before she left. She held it longer than usual this time, though. My heart beat quickened, as she released me. I didn't think about Steph like that, did I? I watched her leave, and tried to calm my heartbeat back down. No, she was my best friend; I couldn't have a crush on her. Could I?