Missing Pages (Book 2)

Re-Plugged

Word Count: 5541

Song for this Chapter: Bring Me The Night

Niall's POV~
I wake up to someone playing with my hair. Liam. My head is resting on his chest, our legs in a tangled mess. The sunlight bursting through the shutters. I nuzzle further into him-if that's even possible. "Things aren't gonna go back to the way they were, are they?" I ask sadly.

"Good morning to you too." He teases, & I smile. He always makes me smile at the simplest things. "And no, probably not. Everyone's been through too much, they've changed a lot. They aren't the same people they once were. But neither are you."

"I suppose that's true." I say, tracing my fingers over the scar on his stomach from his surgery. "I hate that I wasn't there for you..Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I was angry at first. It started the morning after the Halloween party." The night I cheated on him. "I wanted to blame someone, so I blamed you, even though it was my fault for drinking in the first place." It might as well have been my fault. "Then once we got back together again I thought that if I added too much pressure on our relationship it wouldn't have made it. It was mostly a pride thing though, I didn't want anyone to worry about me."

"If it ever happens again, you can have mine." I say.

"Have your what?"

"Kidney. I'd rather live with one kidney than lose you. It's yours if you want it, anytime. Even if we break up. It's yours." I promise.

"Niall, I-I couldn't take your kidney."

"Yes you can. It's yours. Really. I want you to have it."

"Niall it would have to be a match. They'd have to test it. The odds of that are very unlikely."

"Then we'll have it tested. That way you have a back-up if you ever need it."

"God, your amazing. How'd I get so lucky?" He says, tears dotting his eyes.

"I ask myself that every day." I say, connecting his lips to mine. He returns the kiss softly, before pulling away.

"We should probably go check up on Lou." He says, & I nod, getting up.

We got dressed and headed downstairs. We had all stayed the night at Zayn's house in Bradford after the funeral. His accounts were unfrozen after they caught his mum, & the house was released from its foreclosure. His sister's decided to stay in America, Doniyha said she wanted the fresh start for herself & the girls, you know, after everything.

Once we got to the room Louis was staying in, Liam left to go make us some breakfast. I thought about knocking, but decided not to, since we never used to before anyways. I push open the door, expecting to see Louis asleep in bed. Instead, I see him curled up in the corner, his hands trembling around a cigarette. As I stepped closer I notice about twelve already smoked cigarettes scattered around him on the hard-wood floor.

"Lou?" I say wearily. He looks up at me, his eyes red & puffy.

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Harry's POV~
"I figured I'd find you up here." Zayn says, sitting down next to me.

"What can I say, I have a thing for rooftops." I say plainly, looking back to the sky. "I suppose you're to blame for that." I add, glancing over at him & he smiles a little.

"Do you still love me?" He asks quietly.

"Why are you asking me this?" I ask, my voice strained. Of course I still love him. And I hate myself for it.

"Ever since you got back you've been so distant. I don't understand. Was it something I did? Did my parents say something to you about me?"

"You aren't serious." I scoff. "You completely ignored me ever since you left. No calls, no texts, not one word. I didn't know if we were even still together!"