Falling For Styles {Niall Horan}

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Seven 

-Lilah-

It’s been eight months since I said I didn’t want Niall in my life anymore. 245 days without my best friend anymore. 245 days without hearing his sweet voice. 245 days of nothing but cruelty fired back to each other. 245 days of hating each other. 245 days of trying to fall out of love with the one person who hates me.

Niall replaced the role of Louis from almost a year ago. Almost a year ago, I hated Louis for what he did and he hated me, at least that’s how we acted to each other. During that time, we were both loved each other but we were scared to tell the other. The difference is I love Niall when I'm with Louis and Niall doesn’t love me back.

The problem he has with hating me is that I know everything that he hates against him. He does the same to me. I have moments where I'm snuggling with Louis, smirking at him and burning a hole in his head with my eyes, and the next minute I'm crying from something he said about me.

I looked up from the mirror I was staring at myself through to see Louis stalking his way through my room. He now had a spare key just in case. He seemed a little happier when he saw me; we had that affect on each other.

“Procrastinating are we?” he asked as he approached me with a hug from behind and a hand on my bare shoulder. He kissed the pale skin that now had goose bumps all over.

“What would I be procrastinating for? What do you have planned for this lovely November evening?” I asked. A smirk was making its way onto my lips but I didn’t let it show.

“Well apparently it’s two weeks into the month so you know what that means.” I groaned in annoyance. Ever since Olivia and Zayn became a thing, we would always go out to a club to let the steam off with hate and such, just the two of us. Eventually, the rest of the band caught on and went with us. So basically it’s a group thing. Of course, that would be Niall’s chance to humiliate me or to make me love him more. Either way, we’d steer clear of each other.

“Is he going to be there?” I whispered. My voice sounded hoarsey and I hated it.

“Why do you always ask? He’s part of the band so of course he’ll be there,” Louis answered. I hung my head down, not wanting to bring this up. He is my boyfriend and I should tell him right?

“Niall called me… he said I was a… dammit. He told me that an a-amazing person like you c-could never love some c-creature like me. He told me I was… he said I looked like… Jesus Christ… the u-ugly duckling,” I stuttered as the tears were like rivers flowing down my face and the hiccups never ending.

“He said what?! Where’s this asshole?! I should’ve given him a piece of my mind when we were fighting over you,” he sneered with an angry blush coming upon his cheeks.

“Why were you fighting over me?!” I asked, easing into the topic a little more.

“Never mind. Point being, he really hurt your feelings and-“

“-Louis, calm down! It won’t help my situation if you step in. I’ll talk to him later okay?” Trying to calm Louis own was literally the hardest task ever. He’s just like my brother when he’s angry, his eyes become dark and he’ll break anything to prove a point.

“Fine but not when I'm not around.” I sighed in satisfaction. He’ll hurt anyone but me which is why I trust him with my life.

I threw a red with white polka dot jumper over my black cami and my white converse on my feet that matched Harry’s. I grabbed Louis’s hand, exiting my flat. I knew tonight was going to be overly dramatic but I was hoping not too much.