Without You - Niam Horayne

Chapter 30 - Breaking The Reflection

Another chapter! Yes! I have a feeling you guys might like me a little more after this chapter, but the story isn't done yet!

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Niall’s P.O.V.

            “C’mon, Niall, time to find our seats,” Harry said, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the aisle, maneuvering towards the front of the plane. I followed him obediently and sat beside him, taking the side that wasn’t occupied by Louis. Zayn was on the other side of the aisle, with…him. I couldn’t bear to think his name. I couldn’t bear to look at him either.

            “Going to listen to your music?” Louis asked me. I always listened to my iPod on flights. I nodded, pulling out my iPod and putting on my headphones. I turned to music up pretty loud, trying to drown out my thoughts and make it impossible for me to think or feel anything. Harry pulled out one of my headphones and gave me a scolding look.

            “Don’t break your eardrums,” His face was serious. I scoffed and put the ear bud back in, hoping that I would fall asleep for most of the flight. It turns out, I did.

            Harry woke me up when we had landed in America. I don’t know what state we were in, but I honestly didn’t care. I gathered my carry on items and stood up, following Harry and Louis off the plane, trying to keep my eyes off of Zayn who was standing next to Liam.

            My legs suddenly felt weak, and I wanted to burst into tears, and beg for Harry and Louis to leave me alone and let me die. Just thinking about Liam, thinking his name, or thinking about what he looks like hurts. But I knew that I couldn’t do that, not in public, not here. My walking slowed as my body started giving into the emotional pressure. Harry fell back to help me along. Why were they so nice to me? Why wouldn’t they let me fall?

            “Zayn, I’m going to the toilet,” Liam’s deep and soothing voice said from behind me. Tears started welling up in my eyes and I turned around to watch Liam’s back as he walked away. He didn’t even seem like he regretted what he did. Maybe he didn’t truly love me after all. Maybe I was just temporary.

            “Just ignore him, Niall,” Louis insisted, turning back around to face him, “Do you want to grab a bite to eat before we get onto the tour bus and hit the road?”

            I shook my head, surprised that I just turned down food. Zayn, Harry, and Louis looked just as surprised as I was.

            “Well, I’m going to get some, and you can help yourself to it when I get back,” Louis said, walking off, his hand entwined with Harry’s. It was late, and no one was in the airport, leaving it a safe place for them to be with one another. I sighed, missing the feeling of Liam’s hand with mine. I mentally slapped myself for thinking about him and found a bench to sit and wait. Zayn sat next to me.

            “You okay, mate?” He asked, seemingly genuine. I nodded solemnly and put my head down, staring at my toes. “Ni, you are going to be fine, alright? Just try to ignore him for awhile until the intensity dies down,”

            I just nodded again and fiddled with my bracelets, “I think I’m going to use the toilet,” I said, standing up.