Mute - Niall Horan

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Zayn's P.O.V

"ready?" I said quietly. We were all sat in the living room and Niall was just coming down the stairs. Everyone nodded. He walked into the living room and sat of the sofa, we all just sat there and stared at him.

"Why you all staring at me?" He asked.

"Do you remember anything that happened last night after the awards?" I asked him sternly. He shook his head.

"Should I?" he asked.

"Fuck you Niall" Louis said and got up, going upstairs. I could tell he was upset about the situation.

"What's his problem?" Niall asked.

"More like What's your problem" Liam replied.

"Why? What happened?" Niall asked cluelessly.

"Do you remember kissing anyone?" Eleanor asked.

"Yeah Nellie" He said.

"Anyone else?" Eleanor added.

"No I di- Demi" Niall whispered the last part.

"Horan you looked like you were bloody well enjoying it, you were up against the wall, with your hands in her hair and you weren't exactly pulling away" I said.

"Shit! Where's Nellie?" He asked.

"You tell us!" Harry said.

"What?" Niall asked.

"She saw you and Demi and ran out, El and I tried to chase her but she was nowhere to be seen and is not answering her phone" I explained.

"fuck" Niall mumbled.

"You messed up Niall, big time" Eleanor said.

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 Nellie's P.O.V

I woke up feeling slightly confused at first but them i remembered the chain of events last night.

Brits, boys got awards, Niall said he loved me, went to talk to people, Niall kissed Demi, i ran away.
 
Probably exactly in that order. I pushed the covers off me and got up. I went downstairs and went into the living room where Jake was sat on the sofa.

"Jake, do you have any spare clothes and can i use your shower?" I asked him.

"Sure" He said and got up. I followed him to his room, he passed me a pair of sweats with a t-shirt and a towel. "The bathrooms in there" He said, pointing to a closed door.

"Thanks" I replied.

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Niall's P.O.V

  What did I do? That was the first thought that went through my mind once the boys had told me that. I got upstairs and went to my room. My phone was bleeping on my bed signalling I had a text... from Nellie...

To Niall
From Nellie xx
I'm safe, that's all you need to know. Actually, why do you care? I'm sorry im not good enough, I'm sorry I wasted your time, I'm sorry that you had to go round kissing other girls because I wasn't good enough, I'm sorry for being Clingy. Emotional. Needy. Annoying. A waste of space. Stressful. Weird. Ugly. Distant. Imperfect. Quiet. Strange. Different. Unlovable. Useless. Worthless. Lonely. Boring. Sad. Helpless. A Lost Cause. Broken. Defeated. I'm sorry for being me!

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Nellie's P.O.V

After my shower I went back to the guest room. I sat on the bed and grabbed my phone sending Niall one last text. Then all the good memories of him came to mind and my eyes started watering up.

The way that he screamed "I LOVE YOU" in random places to me, not caring who heard him. The way that he would go for a walk with me even if the weather was 6o degrees, with a hot chocolate in one hand and mine in the other. The way that he would sing stupidly out loud to any song, even if I called him retarded. The way he let me sing out loud and never once said anything.The way we used to sit on the front door step because there was nothing to do and he never said he was bored once. The way he let me look like crap by wearing one of his big t-shirts and his shorts and he still called me beautiful. The way he used to write thousands of notes for me and leave them all round the house. The way that he used to take me to the park and push me really high on the swings. The way he used to argue with Louis that he loved me more. The way he kept every promise he made. (Well that's a lie). The way he used to run up to me and hug me or act retarded. The way he never asked what was wrong when I was sad, he'd just hug me, kiss me and tell me everything was going to be alright.

My mind just wouldn't stop thinking of him as much as I pleaded it to.

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