“I warned you, it could have been so easy,” Darren sneered, I woke up with a jolt, I was lying in a ball on my bed, tears streaming down my face, since Harry ended things the dream had become a nightly thing, it was like Harry’s rejecting of me had ripped open a fresh wound, one that could never heel again.
My phone buzzed, I looked at it “Caller Unknown.” No, it couldn’t be, it wouldn’t be. I picked it up as if it was a poisonous snake.
“Hello?” I whispered.
“January,” a voice called down the phone, “how do you feel knowing you’re pregnant with Harry’s child.” I hung up the phone, great now the papers had my personal number.
There was a knock at the door, I got up and shouted through the wood: “I don’t give fuck that I’m pregnant with Harry’s baby, because I’m not.”
“January?” and Irish voice came through the door, “what are you actually on about?”
“Oh shit Niall sorry,” I said unlocking the deadbolt, I opened the door to reveal him and his guitar.
“Sorry, I just wanted to see how you were,” he gave me a weak smile. God I love Niall, he was so understanding and god he made me laugh, why couldn’t I have fallen for him instead of Harry. Then again he was engaged so that could have been even more complicated.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked me, I shook my head.
“I need to get to work on my next song,” I told him, “I’m not singing Everything Has Changed with Harry now.”
“It was such a great song though,” Niall said disappointed.
“I know,” I sighed, “but I can’t sing something I don’t feel.”
“Do you really think I wanna stay Up All Night?” Niall laughed, “This guy needs his sleep.”
I gave a laugh, “Besides, I burnt the music sheets.” I told him, Niall frowned.
“Why?”
“I was angry, okay?” I said, “I didn’t like knowing that I thought I felt these things.”
“You thought you felt them?” Niall picked up.
“I didn’t really love him,” he looked at me, “don’t look at me like that.”
“Then don’t kid yourself,” he advised.
“What are my other options?” I asked him looking away.
“Well you could talk to Harry, he’s not been himself lately, he’s fighting with everyone, he called Eleanor a whore.” I looked around appalled.
“No, that’s not Harry,” Niall said nothing, “What next, is he going to go around calling gay guys faggots?” Niall shrugged.
“What did Louis do when he said that?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
“He whacked him one,” he told me, so that was why Harry had been covered in blood when I walked in on him.
“Talking to him won’t help,” I sighed flopping down on the expensive hotel couch.
“You don’t know that, Jan, I’m worried.” Niall admitted.
“He broke my heart okay, he only has himself to blame, I don’t care anymore.”
“Don’t lie, okay?” Niall moved toward the door, “look I have to go, please think about talking to him.”
I nodded reluctantly.
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Thunder
Fanfiction"I knew what I was doing throughout all of this, I knew what I was getting into. They may blame us, persecute us and say it was all our own fault, but do not let them weaken what we built, you are what I have been living for. I’m not afraid anymore...
