Narry (boyxboy)

Chapter Three

"Should we wake him up?"

"He looks so comfortable though..."

"And cute." I blushed, hearing chuckles coming from the guys.

"I'll just carry him." Liam spoke as two arms wrapped around me, picking me up. "He feels lighter than usual." That's because I stopped eating so much. Once everyone, except me, started dating, I was already thinking there was something wrong with me. A tear rolled down my cheek, and someone wiped it away.

"Why has he been crying?" Harry asked.

"That's not my place to say." Liam sighed. I cuddled closer to him, eyes still closed. Liam sat on the couch when we got inside.

"Liam, I was thinking of proposing to Taylor."

"What?!" My eyes snapped open, sitting up and staring at Harry. Liam hugged me closer, his arms around my waist as if trying to keep me back.

"Yeah, I was thinking of proposing. Should I not?" He wants to marry her. He loves her. He'll never love someone like me. "Why are you crying?"

I wiped my tears away. "I'm happy for you." I moved Liam's arms away, getting up and walking into the kitchen. I sat on the counter, staring at a knife next to me.

"Niall James Horan, don't you dare pick up that knife."

I looked up, seeing Liam. "I wasn't going to do anything."

He walked over between my legs, up close. "Have you not been eating?"

I shook my head. "There must be a reason no one likes me. I must be fat, ugly, or something!"

"You're not fat, nor ugly! Don't starve yourself!"

"Then why won't any guy like me?!"

"Any guy? You're gay?"

I turned around, seeing Harry. Fuck. "Uh... Yeah..."

"And Liam knows?"

"Yeah..."

"Why didn't you tell me first?! It's always been Liam! Liam this, Liam that. When do you need me?!" He screamed.

"Harry, don't yell at him." Liam sighed.

I sighed. "You wouldn't understand, Ha--"

"Does he know who you love?"

"Yes."

"God damn it, Niall! Why won't you come to me anymore?!"

"Because you're too busy fucking someone!" My eyes widened, hands clamping over my mouth. Oh no. Why'd I just say that?! "I'm gonna be sick." I hopped off the counter, dashing past Liam and Harry, up to the bathroom. Closing and locking the door, I sat in the corner.

"Niall, open up." I reached over, unlocking the bathroom door. Liam walked in, Harry following close behind. Crawling over to the toilet, I opened it up, emptying whatever was in my stomach into it. I leaned into the corner of the room again, wiping my mouth, everything becoming a blur.

"Liam... He's turning white... Do something..." My eyes closed as I fell on my side, landing on something soft. A lap? "Liam, call 911!" Arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to whoever I was on. Harry, maybe? But why? "Nialler... Please stay with us." A tear escaped my eyes as I pictured Harry and Taylor on their wedding day. "Goodnight, Harry." I replied weakly, letting the darkness engulf me.