Change For Me, Harry Styles.

Chapter 17:

Olivia's POV:
I've ignored Harry for about 3 days, and he's not too happy about it.
He screamed at me...
Yeah, it was technically amusing.
"LIVVY!"
My name was obviously being called, so I had to look around to find who was screaming it.
"Shit. okay , hey."
Niall was running towards me.
"Niall.?" I ask and laugh at how he runs.
"Hi babe- I mean, uh. Hey LIVVY."
When he says my nickname, things we did flash into my mind.


"LIVVY!"
I turn and see Niall running towards me.
"Heyyyy." I smile as he picks me up, spinning me around.
He put my feet back on the ground and kissed me softly.
"I missed you" he says as he pulls away.
"You saw me forty five minutes ago!" I smile and poke his belly.
"So? I like you. And when I like a pretty girl, I miss her."
"So deep." I smile and laugh.
"Shut up, I was trying to make it beautiful!" He complains and I can't help but want to keep this moment forever.
"I love you." It slips from my mouth.
He stares at me and his face brightens.
"You do? Because... I love you too."


I sigh at the memory and forget Niall is talking to me.
"Huh?"
He laughs and repeats the question.
"How are you?"
"Eh, I'm okay." I say and see the mop of curls near our table.
Shit.
"Look, I got to go. I'll see you around Ni."
I freeze when I see that I called him his nickname that I had for him when we were dating.
"Oh- okay." He says and turns on his heel to leave."
"No, wait." I say and grab his shoulder.
"What?" He asks nicely.
"Come here. Please?"
He nods and takes a step towards me.
"Do you- believe me?" I ask.
"With what?"
"I didn't cheat on you, Niall. Harry pushed himself on me and kissed me. I still like you."
"Really?"
He smiles and his cheeks turn pink.
"Yes."
He pulls me in and kisses me.
I missed him, but is it bad that I lied to his face, and was using him to get over Harry?

--

I got a random text around 10:30 at night and it was blocked.


From: Blocked #
Wow. Slut.



How am I a slut?

Another one came in, a second later.


From: Blocked #
First Haz, now Niall. Who's next,? Zayn? Louis? liam?


Who was this person?!


From: Blocked #
You're a whore. Go cut your wrists, again. Bitch.


I sighed and turned off my phone, knowing this person was right.
I was a whore.
A slut.
A bitch.
I was .... A player.
Towards Niall Horan. Aka, the sweetest guy on earth.
I was using him to get over the school player Harry Styles.
Why was I letting this happen?
Who was I anymore?