Confused By You: Niall's Story

Epilogue-ish

So I've decided to write a little one shot thats set a few years later when Louis is in the picture. This is going to be that whole lilo banter so you wont understand if you havent read confused by you by jade. And also im writing on a damn tablet so please bear with spelling and grammar mistakes.

~Brooklyn

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Nialls POV (this time I dont really have a choic guys)

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. To say I was hurt was like pushing me directly in front of an oncoming tsunami and telling me I may get just a tiny bit dampened. My boyfriend of more than three years was an ants length away from kissing someone else. And he was the one with Louis cornered into the kitchen counter. I was out of there before anyone could shout "I can explain!"

I could hear heavy footsteps behind me, but I ignored them and continued running, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. That image would never leave my brain, the image of my Liam about to kiss someone else, and Louis of all people. He was the closest thing I had to a friend other than Liam, and now I had neither of them. Witnessing him with another person once was one time too many, but twice was pushing me over the edge. I thought back to that night when I'd walked in on him and Danielle after he confessed his love for me. That had been one of the worst nights of my life.

I really had no where to go. Getting into Liam's car was basically a free pass for him to win me over again, and I was not letting that happen. I was able to trust him for three long years.

So I just ran. Physically, Liam was more fit than me, and at any other time he would catch me easily, but the adrenaline coursing through my veins gave me a fair boost.

"Niall!" he called, and he was getting breathless from chasing me. I ignored his consistent calling of my name and kept sprinting to no where in particular.

But I knew I couldn't go much longer. My breathing was becoming heavy and uneven, and my legs were beginning to feel like jelly. I felt my pace slow, and I tried to push on, but I couldn't manage to go as fast as I had. Great.

I felt an immense pain shoot through my ribs and I hunched over, hoping Liam was too far behind to get to me before I began running again. Have you ever noticed that hope never gets you anywhere?

"Niall," I heard him say, gasping for breath. He put a hand on my shoulder, and I shook it off.

"Niall, you have to underst-"

"I trusted you! I loved you! How could you do something like this again?" I screamed, my voice going an octave higher from my anger.

"We were just joking!" he shouted back. He was getting angry. Shit. I cowered against my will and his features softened. "Niall, let's just, let's just go home. Please."

I could feel myself getting ready to cave in, but I didn't want to. How many times would Liam do this if I just kept forgiving him?

"Liam, I can't just let you off with a warning so many ti-"

"We'll go home and I'll explain everything. I'll tell you the whole story. If you still don't believe me, you don't have to forgive me, but just know its the truth and when I said I'd never lie to you, I meant it," he begged. The pain I felt inside increased at the thought of leaving Liam. I loved him too much to let that happen. Maybe if I just allowed him to explain...

I used the sleeve of my sweatshirt to wipe away the tears that were streaming down my face. I wished Liam would kiss them away like he does when I get homesick.

"Fine," I mumbled, allowing him to walk me back to Harry's to get the car to drive us home.

The walk was about twenty minutes at the pace we went and peacefully quiet. I was still feeling like I'd just got ran over with a firetruck, but that was ten times less the pain than how much I'd been hurting before.

No one was around when Liam went inside to get his keys. Maybe Louis and Harry had made up already.

On the ride home, I sat with my head against the cold window, itching to grab Liam's right hand that was only inches from mine.

We walked into the flat, and Liam got to work on making tea in the kitchen while I leaned against the counter and watched. The room was dark, neither of us had bothered to turn the lights on.

"You don't know how much it hurts, Liam," I finally muttered to break the silence. He sighed deeply and spun to face me.

"I do know. And it kills me to think I caused you that kind of pain. But I promise it wasn't like that, Niall," he replied.

"Just tell me what happened," I demanded before I could let him off without an explanation. That would make me feel good about myself, note the sarcasm.

"Well Louis and I were messing around in the kitchen and we started talking about his, er, bum. And then...it went..." he smirked and took a step toward me.

"Something..." he took another step, he was about a foot away now.

"Like..." he backed me into the counter and put his hands on the surface to my sides. I could feel his hot breath fanning my lips. My heartbeat quickened like it always did when we were this close.

"This," he stopped moving, our lips merely centimeters from one another.

"Except we were joking...and this next part wasn't included," he whispered. My breathing was significantly uneven, and my eyes flickered back and forth from his chocolate eyes and his soft, pink lips. There was a few agonizing seconds of nothing but the sound of our breathing, before Liam leaned in and pressed his lips to mine hesitantly. When I didn't move away, he applied more force and began to move his lips a bit. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, removing all possible space between us. He pulled away before the kiss could go farther, much to my dismay, but began to brush soft butterfly kisses down my jawline, barely touching the skin and giving me small goosebumps.

"Louis could never make me this happy," he whispered against my neck, causing a chill to run down my spine.

"It better stay that way," I breathed, jumping up to wrap my legs around his waist. (a/n amen, Niall.)

"That I can promise you."

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Its officially done now :(

Its hard to believe, ive been writing this for like a month, and its already over...

This is so awkward. Im sitting at the table across from my grandma, my aunt, and one of their friends while I wrote that last part o.o

I want some cookies.

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~Brooklyn