How to change a frat boy; A Harry Styles/Niall Horan fanfic

Chapter 4: Catching feelings?

How To Change A Frat Boy: A Harry Styles/Niall Horan fanfic

Chapter 4: catching feelings

"Find me when your done with those drugs styles. Or don't."

She slammed the door and I heard the tea pot settle from outside.

I got into my car and sat in the driver seat.

She was wearing my shirt I gave her.

She said she loved me.

She wanted to be loved by me.

She cared about me.

This was the moment I realized, I had abandoned my best friend,

Darcy Chambers..

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Darcy POV

I listened to Harry drive away in his old, beaten down SUV.

I dragged my feet across the hard wood floors. Replaying what had just happened in my head

My phone rang. I turned my head to see who it was.

"It's Nialler Babe ;)"

I'm not sure why, but I had all of the guy's numbers stored in my phone..

Each with a cheeky little buck name they chose for themselves.

I slowly picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

" hello?"

My voice sounded all broken up and cracked and squeaky. Probably from all the yelling.

"Darcy? Are you okay?"

Another salty tear rolled Down my cheek.

I bit my lip to prevent the sobs from escaping my throat. I finally collected myself and took a deep breath.

"Uuhm.. I'm fine. I'll call you back later okay? Don't worry about me"

It was so obvious that I wasn't okay. Anyone would be able to notice.

"I'll be there in 5 minuets."

The line went flat.

Niall can't see me this way.

I'm a mess. My face is all red, eyes are puffy. Voice is cracking.

Ugh whatever he can deal with it.

I had shut off all of the lights to be left in the dark to cry. I had curled into a ball on my couch with my blanket wrapped around my shoulders.

My eyelids felt heavier and heavier as the time seemed to grow longer that Niall hasn't been there, i look at my phone. he had called 2 minuets ago.

Wow, only two? Okay.

My head was between my knees.

As I heard a knock at my door

"Darcy?"

I heard a soft Irish boy speak.

"Come in" I half yelled with the little voice I had left.

He opened the door and turned I the light.

"DARCY ARE YOU HURT?!"

He rushed over to my limp, weak, body and knelt over the side if the couch where I had been sitting

I shook my head no and began to cry softly.

"Look at me."

Niall said.