Give Me Love: A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter Thirteen

~* a/n *~

woo pigeons chapter thirteen im sorry if you have triskadecaphobia or however tf you spell it but its the fear of the number 13!

anyway

im sick af so im a little druggy now from my meds

i feel like my cat when he was stoned from the vet

idk i cant talk or smell or taste anything

so here i am trying to eat yummy popcorn but i cant cause im an idiot and i cant taste it and im just like

whoop de fucking doo

~ashtyn xx

ps: this is a larry love chappie:3 i mean your welcome.

~* mama pigeon *~

Harry's POV:

It's been three days since Louis found out about the plan that the girls helped me make. He hasn't even looked at me since. I'm being ignored by my best friend, and the one I'm in love with.

Wait, love? Fuck no, I can't love him. He HATES me. What's the point of loving someone if they hate you?

I was a little mad at him at first since he slapped me, but I realized that shouldn't be at the top of my worry list.

I sighed and turned my head, looking out the window. I looked down to see puffy, white clouds. We were above them, finally. We got on the plane to London back home a while ago, and we still have a long time until we get home.

I glanced around the private plane we took home. Liam was a few rows up, with Zayn seated to his left. Ella and Katie were giggling and looking at something on one of their phones two rows across. I guess they were coming back with us. They were only staying for a week, though. Louis was sleeping, with his legs stretched across three seats. He was all the way in the back corner, and kept his eyes shut the whole time.

I was seated next to Niall, who had his arm around Josie. She had a massive fear of flying. But she fell asleep quickly, and I got to talk with Niall.

"How are you holding up, mate?" Niall asked.

I shrugged. "Good," I lied.

He gave me a 'look'. "I know when you're lying, Haz."

"Okay! Fine! I'm not okay! I'm actually horrible! My best friend isn't going to forgive me or speak to me until the end of the century! I feel so EMPTY. We never talk. EVER. It's like he doesn't exist in my life anymore! He's my BEST. FRIEND. I miss him!" I snapped.

Niall grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "He's gonna get over it," he tried to reassure me.

"He won't," I mumbled.

"I'm sure he feels the exact same way as you do," he said, quietly. I took that into consideration. Did he? I wanted him to feel exactly like I did. Not just how much I missed him.

I wanted him to love me back.

Louis' POV:

"Wake up," I felt a shaking on my shoulder. I groaned and opened my eyes. Liam sat in front of me, hand still on my shoulder. "We're home!"

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. We were still on the plane. I sighed, and grabbed my carry-on. I slipped my shoes back on and got in the aisle, still half asleep.

I tugged a hand through my messy, unkempt hair, attempting to make me look presentable. The paps and tons of fans would probably be waiting for us at the airport. I trudged down the aisle and met Liam at the end. He grabbed my hand, and led me down the stairs and into the building.