Labyrinth [Harry Styles] (Completed)

Chapter Four

I quickly turn around, to see Harry's stupid face, faking sadness.

"You son of a bitch!" I scream at him, wanting to chop his balls off, but I turn to Niall who is already walking away.

Fuck. Why is this happening.

"Niall! Stop!"

But he doesn't, he continues walking to his house.

"Shit! You!" I point at Harry, "Stay here, we are not finished!" I glare at him, he smirks at me, and I run to Niall.

I reach him and grab his wrist, but he shakes me off. I thought he was going to leave, but he faces me.

"What? What do you want? Go, go and sleep with him again. You said you are not falling for him, but I see what you are doing." his eyes are glossy.

Shit, come on, you can't cry Niall.

He can't be serious. He's not believing him, is he? 

"Niall! How can you say that! That idiot over there is lying! He's lying, and you are believing him! I'd never sleep with him, god even the thought of that makes me sick!" I scream and I'm disappointed. He is my friend, and he rather believes fucking Styles than me.

He closes his eyes and sighs.

Say something Niall. Say something.

"I'm going to kill that fucker!"

And he is gone.

He runs to Harry and jumps on him, knocking him on the sand.

"Wait! Niall, no!" I scream but he doesn't listen.

They are rolling on the beach.

Well they aren't just rolling, they are fighting. This is not good. I know this will end bad.

Niall never did anything wrong. He wouldn't hurt a fly, but jet here he is, punching Harry, who is, if I may add, a lot more taller than him. But somehow Niall is winning.

Suddenly there is blood and Niall is punching Harry, who is lying on the ground, in the jaw.

He is serious, he is going to kill him.

"Niall, please stop! You'll kill him. You can't do that. I know he's bad, but you can't do that. You can't do that."

I repeat that , and everything goes blurry.

The last thing I remember is  Niall looking at me.

But he isn't himself. He isn't my sweet Niall, the one who was always smiling, good and pure. He is the Niall I've never seen. He has this fire in his eyes this rage. I hate it.

I look at Harry. Covered in blood, full of bruises. He is lying there, lifeless. His eyes are closed shut. He doesn't move.

Then everything went blank.

Niall's p.o.v.