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73. does that make me crazy?

A/N: the wattpad app keeps crashing and it makes me want to shoot myself dead :) let :) me :) fucking :) update :) in :) peace :))))

i have too many pretty friends I'm the ugly friend in like all situations lmao

also the how to get away with murder finale.... i'm not going to spoil but goddamn everybody on that show is a fucking snake FRANK IS THE BIGGEST SNAKE SNAKES EVERYWHERE

wes is really hot (spoiler)

73 - Does That Make Me Crazy?

After that hot mess we're all just gathered in Christopher's living room (all as in me, Liam and Niall because since Chris is knocked out he can't join us...) and Liam had specifically asked me and Niall not to sit beside each other as he was upstairs tending to Chris.

I didn't know if it was because he was scared he'd find us making out or find us fighting or he knows I'm internally shitting myself just being in the same room as Niall or just because he knows Niall better then I ever will, but I listen to Liam and sit on the arm chair while Niall lays on the couch, even if Niall didn't want that.

I didn't mind, because every movement Niall made caused my heart to skip a beat, I was utterly terrified.

We don't talk because there's nothing to talk about. I didn't even have the guts to ask for my phone back, because I was scared Niall might either punch me, have an emotional & mental breakdown at the same time, or both.

It was scary to think I was scared of Niall. I feel like I'm the cliché girl in a dumb book that's totally overrated that stays in a mentally and emotionally abusive relationship. (And then a bunch of teenagers start to think that abusive relationships are okay and Tumblr starts a revolution against it and gives you healthy relationship lectures. But I'm not dumb. I know when to leave. This is the early stages and when it's easiest to escape).

I'm not a complete idiot.

I could easily get up and leave and go find a smart, funny, rich doctor that will also call me his Princess.

But I don't want to leave. I love Niall.

Our relationship was anything but healthy. We can't go a week without Niall rampaging or me crying or both. But we tried, and that's all that matters.

We're trying. We're trying out absolute hardest.

The whole "darling" thing was very spur of the moment; I usually suck at comforting but knowing I was literally the only person that could comfort Niall; because Niall only listens to me made it different (plus Niall was so darling. Everything about him screamed darling, he was so sweet, even if he was insane).

"I'm going to check on Liam," I say suddenly and Niall looks like he wants to stop me but he doesn't, he lets me go. His eyes were still rimmed and he wasn't talking at all which was weird because Niall usually talks a mile a minute. I couldn't tell if he was still crying or not because he wouldn't even lift his head up to talk to anyone after we both left the bedroom (Chris is probably dead to be honest).

I pad my way upstairs and quietly open Christopher's room to see Liam mending to his cuts and bruises.

"Hi." I say quietly.

"Hello," Liam mumbles and I sit on the bed.

"So um, how are you?" I cringe at the way the question comes out because it comes out awkward and weird. (I mean I am awkward and mean but it doesn't mean everybody needs to know).

Liam raises his eyebrows. "I should be asking you that."

"I've been better... but I've been worse." I mutter and Liam nods.