Finding a Happy Ending (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter: 40 Paper Cuts

Harry's P.O.V.

I swear something is wrong with him. All he ever does anymore is mope around and stare out windows. He is no longer the bubbly and cheeky fellow he use to be. Whenever we would be on the bus, he would be dying to get out and jump around. Now, he keeps to himself and calmy walks out the tour bus, not jumping over any steps.

Usually to make Niall sit and just look out the window takes a sumo wrestler to sit on him. He does it with his own free will now, and it is very out of character for him. I don't feel comfortable around him anymore. He is actually just kind of depressional. Last night for example, we did a concert up in Dallas and it took him a while to get pumped. For a brief second there, he wasn't even singing the chorus. He was staring out into the crowd with a blank look. I was just glad it wasn't a solo part like the last time he did that. We faulted bad microphone connection, but it was a mere lie so newspapers and bloggers wouldn't get any ideas.

The other lads and I have been commenting on his behavior lately. We all seemed to have noticed that after he left his 'girlfriend' after that fire incident, he hasn't been the same. I am starting to believe he loved her a lot more than he expected himself too. I have yet to see him cry about it, but that doesn't mean he hasn't without me knowing. All I know however, is he broke his own heart when he stopped seeing her. I don't know if her heart is broken even half as bad as his, but I think he needs to see her again.

I was planning on telling him that when we got to our room in Corpus Christi Texas. Since I was sharing with Niall, it would make it easier to talk to him privately. Find out if it is this girl bothering him, and make sure they somehow become something again. He is like my brother, and I really can't stand to see him distressed like this. I really needed to find out what was wrong.

It was mid-day and we had until nine to explore the town. Liam, Louis, and Zayn had all decided to go to some little outlet mall incognito but with a secret security guard too. Niall was invited, but he said no so I also decided to stay behind. I was going to find what is happening.
The others took off, and I was left in the room with old man Niall, in his robe looking out the window.

I sat down on the bed and folded my hands. How do I start this? Hi Niall, just wanted to know why you've been walking down the bus steps instead of jumping. "Hiya." I began lightly. Small talk? Really Harry? I mentally facepalmed.

"Why didn't you go with the others to the shops?" He asked, unphased by my presence.

I slapped my hands on my knees and licked my lips. Here I go, I guess. "I wanted to talk to you." I waited for him to speak, but he actually didn't. Awkwardly, I continued to talk. "About that girl."

Finally, he turned his head towards me in a dramatic slow demeanor. "Samantha." He said.

I smirked. "Yeah Samantha." I said. "To be frank, what happened between you two?"

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Why aren't you guys talking anymore?"

His eyes went down and he stopped looking at me. I knew as well as everyone about the fire, and how he left soon after that, but I really was trying to find out why he left. "I left her."

Niall was an honest and straight to the point guy. But that seemed a little blunt, even for him. I gave him a sympathetic face. I think everyone around the band knew he was bothered by everything lately, we all felt so bad for him. "Why?" I dared to ask.

He shrugged. And squeezed his nose with a sniff. Niall shook his head still looking down at the ground. This wasn't an easy topic for him. I guess it was really bothering him. Worse than what we all assumed at least. "I am a horrible person." He said without looking up.