Dark Narry (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 29

Niall~

How could I do this to him? How could I have been stupid enough to do this to my Harry? I don't even know if I can call him that anymore. I don't remember anything from last night. But when Chris showed me the pictures, I felt my heart shatter. I can't even imagine how Harry took it.

I feel horrible physically and mentally. My head was killing me. My body felt so weak. I feel like throwing up every two seconds. God.. Why did I listen to-

"Just walk. Please just walk for me," Harry says.

I can't believe he came for me. When I saw him, I wanted to hug him until he couldn't breathe. But I knew I couldn't. His face said it all; so did his words. I love him so much. And I do care about him. How could he say I didn't? What happened?

He carries me up to our room and I run inside the bathroom, slamming the door quickly behind me. I hunch over the toilet and throw up what seems to be all of my organs. I spit in disgust and flush the toilet. I deserve this.

"Niall?"

"Don't come in here," I blurt.

Harry slips in and closes the door, completely ignoring my request. "Too late."

I shut my eyes. "I asked you not to."

"Yeah, well, we don't always get what we want," Harry mumbles.

I close the toilet seat and let my stomach settle. It feels a bit bitter, I suppose. Harry plops himself up on the sink and looks the other way. He hates me. I know he does. After what I did, I hate myself, too. How do I even start this?

"Harry.."

"I don't want to hear it, Niall."

"But-"

"Stop."

"Will you just listen to me?" I ask loudly.

Harry growls angrily and jumps off the sink, bending down to meet my face. I flinched a little by how furious he looked.

"Listen to you? No. You listen to fucking me. Do you understand what you did? Do you?"

"I-"

"Shut up! I'll tell you what you did. You left me stranded at an Italian restaurant on my birthday alone. A fucking waiter felt bad for me, Niall. I left pissed and thought of even forgetting about it, but I go on Twitter and see you grinding and kissing another guy in a club!" Harry storms out and I wipe my mouth, following him.

He reaches the bed and whips around, holding our broken picture frame in his hands. I gasp and my eyes start to blur.

"Was it worth it, Niall? Was it? Please, tell me. Because obviously I'm not. You cheated on me when I did nothing, but love you." Harry begins to pace back and forth. "When you finally came back, you said things that killed me. That you didn't care about me. That I was ugly. How am I supposed to recover when you're the one injuring me again?"

I am stunned. I said that? I don't think that at all! Why did I say it? I am a horrible person. I am a horrible, disgusting person. And to Harry? Someone help me, please.

"Harry, please hear me out. I don't mean any of that." Harry rolls his eyes, but I continue. "Believe me, Harry. Please. I love you so much. I know you know that." I sit down on the bed, hearing it squeak. "Why does the bed sound like that?"

"No reason," he answers shyly.

"Alright. Anyways, can I please explain?"

"I'm listening."

I take out my phone, finding the picture I needed. "I was on my way to the cake shop, Harry. For you." I show him the picture and watched his eyes lighten at it.

"Then, when I got there," I continued, "Noah came somehow and asked if I could take a shot with him. I told him no, of course. Him and his friends dragged me there out of my will and spiked my drink so I could get drunk really fast. Everything turned into a blur, Harry."

Harry's face widened with horror. "You kissed Noah? How could you! I can't believe this! I.. I hate you!" He explodes.

"Harry, don't say that. I'm sorry!"

"You son of a bitch! Look at my hand."

"No."

"Look at my hand."

"No, Harry."

"Damn it, Niall! Look at my hand!"

I look at his wrapped up, stitched hand and feel my tears drop. "What did you do?"

"I threw our picture frame out of anger. Tried picking up the pieces so they could be whole again, but I guess it just doesn't work out like that. Someone always ends up getting hurt. And unfortunately, that was me. I love you, Niall."

I smile. "I love you, too-"

"Let me finish. I love you, Niall. But we're done. I'm sorry. But I'm leaving."

"Leaving? Leaving where?"

"Here. I have my things with me that I need, and Chris is taking me home."

"Harry.. Please don't do this. Please don't leave me, angel. I love you so much. Please."

"I'm sorry, Niall. I'm so sorry. But I have to go. Please take care of yourself." Harry grabs his bag and shoes, brushing his shoulder past me.

"Harry.." He turns around, opening the door. "Even if you don't love me, i'll never stop trying. I'll never give up."

A tear rolls down his cheek and he squeezes his eyes shut. He closes the door and leaves.

I soon run down to Noah's room and barge in. "Noah! Noah!"

"Yes, sugar lips?" Noah says.

"Don't you dare call me that! How could you do this! You know I'm with Harry! And you kiss me?" I explode.

"Want some more?" Noah taunts, holding his arms up.

I snarl and punch him straight in the face. When his face is nice and bloody, I stand up. "I'm not fighting you in the ring anymore. I can't even stand to look at you. Stay away from me and Harry! Got it?"

"Yeah. I got you."

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Noah~

My plan is going perfectly. Couple more days, and i'll officially win.

~darkness x

(SURPRISE UPDATE ! I started crying I'm so sorry I hate myself don't hate my though! I HATE you Noah! Anyways, comment and vote please! xx)