Hungry Heart! A One Direction FanFiction also written by 1droxursox

Chapter 40

Chapter 40

-Niall’s pov-

Should I? No. Yes. No. Yes. Grrr, NIALL! I argued mentally with myself. I decided to just go ask her about my latest A message.  I walked over to her door. I was about to knock when I heard voices inside. Laughing to be precise. I pressed my ear to the door.

“What’s wrong with you?” I heard Marie tease through laughter. I awaited the person’s reply anxiously.

“The question is, what’s wrong with you?” they answered. I remained standing but I felt like I was crashing down. My girlfriend was laughing with the one and only Harry Styles. The one and only Harry Styles who always got the girl.

“You started it!” Marie cried. Started what?

“Yes, but you continued it” Harry said, I could hear the smirk in his voice. Continued what? Anger and curiosity flared inside me.

“You made me” Marie laughed her beautiful laugh. It sounded like a thousand bells chiming, music to my ears. Maybe now the music was for Harry.

“I’ll take the credit for that” Harry said, the cheeky smile still apparent.

After that the only sound was the bling of an iPhone; the two people were silent. Snogging, most likely. I pulled my ear from its position glued to the door and walked back into my bedroom where I immediately sank to my knees.

How could Harry do this to me?

Maybe he was never your friend at all? A voice answered me inside my head.

Haven’t you seen the way he looks at her? Another asked.

How have you missed it?! A third voice growled.

There are voices in my head?

Are we? The first voice appeared again.

Or are we not voices at all? The second popped up. All of them talked like villains from little kid movies.

Could we be real? The third taunted. I looked around my bedroom. There were mine, Liam’s, and Zayn’s beds. The dressers, the bookshelves, the closet hanging open with clothes flooding out, and the piles of constantly being packed/unpacked/repacked suitcases from tours but no one else.

No not there! The second sighed.

Why do we always get the dumb ones? The third whined.

Who are you?! I yelled in my head.

We’re you. The first said evilly

-Jade’s pov-

I listened to my feet crunch against the walkway as I slowly made my way back towards the house. My brain feels extremely clouded with all the thoughts swimming through it.

Flashback

I walked up the driveway to the house after a long time at the hair salon. My hair was now a gorgeous dark blue. I loved it. I laughed to myself as I thought of what insane remarks Jesy, Leigh, and Perrie would undoubtedly make. They were just like that.

I turned the corner leading to the porch and my heart jumped up my throat. A figure in all black crouched by the door peering into the kitchen. The people inside, Niall and Marie, were completely oblivious to their little stalker.

“Niall, the frosting goes on the cookie not in your mouth!” Marie giggled, her voice ringing out through an open window.

“I can’t help it! You make too good frosting!” Niall whined.