Swapped ➳ Niall Horan

Chapter Seventy-Two

Julia Brooke

I sat myself on the bed not knowing what to do first, pack my bags or call the airport -even when I don't exactly know what to say, or call mum.

But calling mum seems the best one yet because I can ask her to call the airport and book a flight back to Cardiff then, so I picked up my phone and started searching for her number, and right before I dial I hear 3 knocks on the room's door.

"Who is it?" I was one step away from telling Harry to go away but then I thought that it might be Gemma or Anne, I really don't want Harry around me and I don't need his apology -If he's thinking about apologising.

"Open the door, Juls." He said, his voice seemed cold and emotionless, as if he's forced to come here, probably Anne or Gemma made him come up and apologise because they thought that his reaction was not polite enough, but really he doesn't need to, not forced at least.

"Go away, Harry." I replied baldly, "I'm not mad at you but I don't want to talk to you, I guess you don't want to talk to me either, so please just go away you don't need to apologise or anything, I'm totally fine."

"Just open the goddammit door, Julia!" He repeated, his tune a little bit louder than usual but not scary, I stayed silent and he could tell I won't respond neither will I open the door, "Just please, Julia, open the door and listen to what I have to say then you can just do whatever your mind is planning, please Julia!"

"Harry, please stop because the more I'd stay the more you'll have to deal with me and my endless shit, I get the fact that I annoy you and that you don't want to stay around m-"

I was interrupted by Harry opening the room's door and storming inside rather angrily, then his face features softened as he sat himself carefully beside getting ready for what seems like a long speech.

"The first thing that I want to make clear to you is that I'm completely not bored of you or sick of your company or any of that shit your mind is trying to tell you." He sighed shaking his head, I stared at him blankly, "The second thing is that I don't want to leave you now unless you want to leave me." He said smiling with a little bit of a smirk, "Third, please even if you really, really want to leave just stay with me, I can get on my knees and beg for that, if you wanted."

"No," I said shaking my head and chuckling at him, "But it's just that you don't seem like enjoying your time around me like we used to, when I first came."

"Things get complicated after a while, you know." He shrugged, I looked at him not really understanding, "I mean, when you first came I wanted to know about you and your personality and share a couple of jokes and some random things about you, but now that I almost know that much about you, and you know as much about me there isn't really that much to talk about." He said, "Besides, then there was no Niall to get pissed about everything we'd do together, I mean, imagine if you gave me that peck on the cheeks back then, we would've definitely skipped all the un-needed drama."

"Agreed." I said nodding my head, "But the drama was un-needed like, it was just a kiss on the cheek, like I bet anybody with VIP tickets can give you a peck on the cheeks Styles."

"Yeah, I'm a slut." He mocked, I chuckled, "But believe me when I tell you that if you ever happened to come with a VIP ticket and tried to kiss me on the cheeks I will accidentally turn my face and get it on my lips." He smirked, I gave him a super dirty look, he smirked even more.

"I still don't understand what makes Niall so mad about you and I, what would be special about you and I, to him, I mean in bet that I can give Zayn for example a peck on the lips and he wouldn't be as half mad."