The next morning I wake up in Harry's bed. I roll over to find the other side of the bed empty. I remember coming home from the bar and having a few more beers. I have no memory of what happened after that. I don't ever sleep in Harry's bed. When I do crash at his place, we usually end up sleeping on opposite couches in the living room. Waking up in his bed feels a little weird. I look under the sheet and see that I have on clothes but they aren't mine, they must be Harry's. I can't help but wonder how they ended up on my body.

I hear the intercom ring downstairs and someone buzz open the gate. I grab my phone and look at the time wondering who could be here. Its 12pm so I guess it could be anyone at this time of day. I look through my phone and see that I have a text message from Niall. My heart skips a beat. He apologized for last night and the awkward conversation. He also said he would like to get together to catch up. I really don't know if I am ready to catch up with him. I have not stopped liking him since we met and I don't think I would be able to control my feelings if we see each other. When I hugged him last night, it felt like electricity was running through my whole body. I drank a lot the rest of the night to get him off of my mind. Now I am just hoping I didn't do something stupid last night to really get him out of mind.

I have a crazy headache and need water so I decide to head to the kitchen. I must admit I am also curious who is here. I slowly walk down the stairs and I hear Harry in the kitchen talking. I pause for a second when I hear him mention my name. I step off the stairs and turn toward the kitchen. I see Harry talking to Niall. Harry is facing me and gives me a look telling me to go back upstairs. Niall's back is toward me so he has no clue that I am here. I can't move. I am frozen in place. Harry keeps nodding for me to go but I just can't move. I am caught off guard that Niall is here and I am curious why they are talking about me.

Harry says, "Look. I am sorry I didn't tell you. We are just friends and not the kind of friends you were with her."

"You have to see where I am coming from. I show up at the bar and Olivia is there with all of my friends. You all look like you have been best mates for years. One of you could have told me."

"So why am I the one you came to yell at? We are all equally at fault here. I mean everyone except Zayn. I think they only hung out like once."

"I get Louis being friends with Olivia because they hung out on tour. Liam is hanging out with her because of Sophia. But you...you I can't figure out. You never even really liked her. Every time I would talk about her on tour you would say she is not worth my time. I mean, I just talked to you a few days ago and you told me she was trouble. I mean I was telling you that I missed her and out of know where you basically told me to keep away. "

Harry's face drops and his eyes shoot over to me. Silence falls over the room and all you can hear is a gasp that comes out of my mouth. In that second, Niall turns around. I am sure the last thing he expected was to see me standing in the hall wearing Harry's clothes the morning after a night out. Our eyes meet and he looks like I betrayed him.

I turn and run up the stairs. I am hurt, not by Niall but by Harry. I have spent the last month spilling my guts out to him about my life. Now, I hear that he doesn't even like me and tells Niall I am trouble. I sit on the edge of the bed to gather my thoughts. Why was Niall here questioning Harry about our relationship and why did Harry tell him to stay away from me? I feel like I am missing something. I gather my things that are scattered around Harry's bedroom and walk down the stairs. They are both standing in the kitchen arguing.

"I'm leaving. You both can figure this out for yourself. I am done."

I walk toward the door and Harry grabs my hand. I pull it away and shake my head at him. I don't think I have been this hurt by someone in a while.

"You can't leave. There are fans outside. Someone will see you and take a picture."

"Oh no, someone might know we are friends and I spent the night here."

"No. Someone might think we are together."

"Harry you are breaking my heart right now, you were more than just a friend to me. I considered you one of my best friends. I am hurt that you said those things about me but to now hear that you are more concerned with someone thinking we are together sucks. You should be apologizing to me for hurting me, not worrying about what the world is going to think when they see me leave your house. Those long nights full of our talks all mean nothing now. I mean, you don't even like me according to Niall. And you..." I turn to Niall pointing at him. "How are you going to come here and question Harry about hanging out with me? Have I heard from you in three months? Have we spoken?"

Niall just stands there not saying a word. I glare at him with my arms crossed in front of me. He shakes his head as he answers, "No. I'm sorry. I wanted to give you space."

"Then you have no right worrying about who I am friends with."

I turn toward the door to leave for the second time.

Harry says, "O, wait you can't leave like this. We should talk."

"I don't have anything to say to you, Harry." I turn back to look at Niall. "Can you give me a ride home? That way no one thinks something is going on between me and him. I guess being linked to you is better than him." I nod my head over in Harry's direction.

"Sure I can take you home."

He leads me out the door and unlocks the car for me. Once I am in the car, I look out the window and see Harry standing in the doorway staring at me. I look away. I keep my head down as we drive out of the gates. Of course there are a bunch of 15 year old girls standing outside Harry's house. They all see Niall's Range Rover and start screaming. Well, I guess I'm fucked now.

Niall pulls on to the road, looking straight ahead.

"Do you want me to key my address into your navigation system?"

"That would be fine."

I enter my address and he looks at me questioningly. "Is that where you live? That's a nice area."

"My friend has a good job and I have been working pretty much since I arrived."

"Oh." He says. "I feel like I know nothing about you. It feels awkward to think that we spent a lot of time together and now my friends know you better than I do." He looks straight ahead as he drives. "Do you think we can get together some time to catch up?"

I look over at him. He is right we don't know what is happening in each other's lives. I have avoided conversations with our friends about him. As much as I wondered how he was or what he was up to, I was afraid that I was going to be drawn back in.

"I don't think that is a great idea right now. I am just not ready to have you back in my life. If I would have known that you had been invited last night I wouldn't have went. I would have let you have the time with your friends."

I can see the disappointment on his face as he continues to drive.

"Ok I can respect that." We keep driving for a little bit and I can tell that something is bothering him. He occasionally looks over at me and then back at the road. "Can I ask you something? I just can't get it out of my mind."

"I guess." I look at him. "What?"

"Why were you wearing Harry's clothes this morning?"

After the whole drama of finding out that Harry may not like me, I forgot that I woke up in his bed with no memory of how I got there, why I was wearing his clothes and who dressed me. I don't even know if I slept with Harry. What do I say?

"I stay over at Harry's sometimes. And as far as me wearing his clothes...well honestly I don't know why I have his clothes on. I don't remember much of anything after we got home."

I hear him swallow and it sounds like he has a lump in his throat. "Did you sleep with him?"

I just look at him. I don't know what to say. "No...I don't think so." I shrug my shoulders and look away. I quietly say, "We are just friends."

He looks at me with a straight face and his lips pressed together in a thin line. "Well isn't that what we were? Friends?"

I knew he would say that. I think for a minute before I answer. "Niall, you know as well as I do, we were more than friends. For fucks sake we were basically living together while you were on tour."

I am confused and not knowing what happened last night is driving me insane. I am friends with Harry and I may have just slept with him. But it is two different things, I had feelings for Niall and I was afraid to open myself up to him. Harry is or was definitely100% a friend and could never be anything more to me.

"I know." He looks at me. "I never stopped thinking about you. I just wanted to give you your space like you asked."

We finally pull up outside my apartment. I sigh in relief. We spoke a lot more than I was ready for. I actually preferred last night's awkward run-in at the bar to this.

"Thank you for the ride. I appreciate it."

He slides his hand to my knee. His touch sends electricity coursing through my body. I wonder if he feels it too. I look at him and look into his blue eyes and they bring back so many memories. I slowly close my eyes to bring myself back to reality.

"Can I see you again?" He asks.

I take a deep breath. "I don't know. I am just starting to get my life together. Text me. Maybe we can figure something out."

I get out of the car and let his hand slip off of my lap. I close the car door and walk toward the building. I turn to look back at Niall before I enter the building and I see him staring off in the distance while he runs his fingers through his hair. He looks so lost. I haven't seen him look like this before.

I look at my phone when I get into the apartment and see a text message from Harry. He is begging me to call him, saying he can explain. I need to let him stew for a few hours before I talk to him. I throw my phone on the bed and head to the bathroom. I need to wash off the night. I take Harry's clothes off and let them sit in a pile in the corner of the bathroom. I turn on the shower and let the water get hot. When I get in I, let the water wash over me. I break down and cry for the first time since I left home. I feel so overwhelmed and I don't know how to handle everything from Niall showing up last night, to waking up in Harry's bed, and then finding out that Harry may not even like me. To top it off, I somehow let Niall drive me home. I hate that just seeing Niall and being in his presence for an hour can cause me to question whether or not I am ready to let him back into my life.

Once I am out of the shower and all cried out, I put on a pair leggings and a tank top. I plop down on my bed and pull the covers up to my waist. I just want to hide in bed. I log on to my laptop to do some work hoping that it will help me forget the last 24 hours. A half hour in to my work, I get a message from Riley. I really miss her right now. She always knew how to cheer me up. The message says to check the internet; there is a new article about me. It has been two months since I have showed up on anyone's radar but the minute Niall walks back into my world it starts all over again.

Well here we go...

Breakfast at Harry Styles'

Around 12pm Niall Horan was seen arriving at Harry Styles home. On any other day, this would not be news but today is a different story. A half hour later Niall was seen leaving Harry's with a girl who resembles Niall's former flame Olivia McNair.

After doing some investigating, we found out that Olivia was at a bar last night with Harry, Liam, Sophia, Louis, and model Flora Taylor. It was reported that Niall arrived at the bar later in the night but left immediately. Minutes later Olivia was seen chasing Niall down the street. They had a brief talk and went their separate ways.

What we want to know is why Olivia ended up at Harry's house and what were they doing. Was she having a private sleepover with Styles and Horan showed up to claim what is his?

Oh, Olivia what are you doing in London? We hope you are not breaking both of the boys' hearts.

I don't know how to feel after reading this. It actually makes me miss Niall even more. When I was traveling with him and the media was posting information about us, I could deal with it. It was true and I was putting myself out there for the world to see. Now, I am here in London without Niall and I may have possibly lost my best friend and I have to put up with media getting involved and starting false rumors.

In the next hour, I receive text messages from everyone. Harry is begging me to talk to him. Niall is asking if I am ok. Liam, Sophia, and Louis want to know what happened last night after we left the bar. I answer none of them. I turn my phone off and put it on my bedside table. I hear the front door open followed by a soft knock on my bedroom door. Flora peeks her head around the door asking to come in. She climbs into my bed and under the covers. She puts her arms around me and tells me everything will be ok. She doesn't ask for any details or give any advice. She just cuddles with me in bed. I guess Riley isn't the only one who knows how to make me feel better.