Say You Care Like I Do // Niall Horan

Louis Tomlinson The Great.

By the door, next to the lounge, and still waiting, I've been in this position, unable to move. I check my phone and its 1:49 in the morning and Niall still hasn't came back. I wanted to act like nothing was wrong, but I really started to worry.

I need to talk to someone before I pass out from anxiety. To say the least I was mentally freaking out.

Something could have happend to him as he went to take his 'walk.' He could of gotten ran over by a car, attacked by crazed fans, or even worse, those damn aliens could be back.

I unlock my phone and look for someone to call, Louis. I needed to talk to him and most of all hear his advice. I'm pretty sure he's probably sleep, but I didn't want to talk to anyone else.

Ring, ring, ring

"Hello?" I asked, whispering. I don't know why the hell was I whispering, no one was listening.

"What? Who is this?" Louis spoke through the phone, I could tell he was annoyed, I was messing with his 'beauty sleep.'

"H-Hi Lou, I don't really know why I'm calling-Its just that-that I-" I didn't really know why I was messing up on my words so much. My throat started to turn and my eyes were watering.

I was crying.

"Soph! Hey, sshh, sshh, What's up?" He asks. The problem I didn't really know WHAT was up. I don't know where Niall is and I'm terrified.

"I screwed it up, Louis. Niall and I, we're, and I'm-" I couldn't speek, I was choking on my words. I just don't know what's wrong.

"-Hey, its okay. I'll be over in a bit, just give me a few minutes." He said. I could hear him shuffling around and trying to calm me down at the same time.

I have to give props to him.

I nod, pressing the end button as I just sit there again. Regaining the same position I was in earlier.

I waited until there was a knock on the door. It was about two now and I could feel the bags under my eyes form. I was exhausted but I'm not sleeping until Niall comes back.

I open the door to see Lou, trying his best to smile to cheer me up, he's sweet. He holds up two cups, "Stopped by Starbucks." He says, walking into the flat.

"Thanks, Louis Tomlinson." I said, closing the door as I grabbed the cup from his hands.

"Tomlinson? Since when are we on a last name basis? I'm your best bud." He states, walking over to the couch and sitting down. I can conclude that Lou was definitely a close friend. He's more than a friend, like a big brother even.

"Sorry," I sigh, joining him on the sofa. "It's just that I can't even think straight."

"Tell me, what's wrong?" He takes a sip of his coffee, putting it down on the table to grab my hands, "You can talk to me, love."

I nod, giving him the wrap. "Well, me and Niall are complicated right now."

"How so?"

"Umm, meandNiallwerealmost abouttohavesexbutIguessthatchangedwhenIdidntsayIlovedhimback,Ido,Ido,Itjusthappendsofast.Imessedup,man." I said, rushing literally everything.

"So you guys hooked up?"

I nod. "Where... when? I never get notifications for these events anymore." He pouts.

"Earlier in the night. He slipped in the shower after calling me a clutz. I run into the bathroom and then boom, stuff." I exclaimed, throwing my arms into the air. I think Lou looked a little too shocked because I threw my hands up.