The Demon In Him (NARRY)

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Harry's POV:

I quickly ran up to my room, shutting the door quieter than I rather would, my back pressed against the shut door.

My face was frantic, as if a serial killer had just entered my house to kill me, which I guess is true. Depends on how you look at it; in this case, the serial killer coming to tear me to shreds would be reality.

I just didn't think it would be this – scary.

I gulp and run over to my phone, calling the first person on my speed dial, the tears in my eyes forcing themselves to stay in.

"L-Liam?" I barely croaked out.

"Harry? What's up, mate, it's like 3 am here," Liam spoke, clearly not aware of my situation. Normally I'd apologize for waking up, but right now that was barely on my list of worries.

"He-He's here, Liam," I take a seat on the bed, covering my mouth to try and calm myself, still deciding whether I was happy, or scared. All I knew was that I didn't know what else to say after that. There was nothing else to it, those words spoke for themselves.

Before I knew it, tears were already slipping out of my eyes, and now I was full on crying, my heart deflating at the rush of emotions that those words gave me.

"Whoa, wait, what? Niall?" I could hear Liam abruptly raise his voice in shock. The crying only got worse when he said his name. What the fuck do I do?

"Liam... he's-oh my god," I gasped a little too myself, the words slowly falling in place in my head. I rose my hand up to my hair, pulling it back a little, my breaths hitching in shock, the realization hitting me slow.

My Niall was still here.

However the word 'my' has disappeared from that statement.

"Oh f.uck, Harold. Did you see him? Meet him? Does he still live in the same house? I didn't think he'd still be there, shit," Liam seemed generally shocked, but not in a negative way. In a way that he was happy for me, but at this point what was I really?

Instead of answering a question I didn't know the answer to, my tears got heavier and so did my sobs.

"Harry, are you okay? Are you crying?" his voice softened as if he felt sorry, really, really sorry.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't sorry for myself either.

But at the same time, I deserved this. I knew that the very moment I stepped out of his house to leave to London three years ago.

"No...no I'm fine, I just...god no I'm not," I squeezed my eyes shut trying to find a genuine answer to his question, groaning, "I-I don't really know what...I am..." I trailed off quietly, my eyes now not leaving the floor. "God, what the hell do I do, Liam? I can't just...I can't just pretend as if he doesn't exist. Sooner or later I'm going to have to face him...and I'm scared that when I do," I shake my head and look up as if to dry my tears, "I won't be able to handle it. I mean... what if he found someone new?" my tears get heavier just thinking of, squeezing them tight, "w-what if he's so in love and I come into the picture by just...showing my face and ruin everything for him? I've done enough, Liam. I can't just reenter his life again." At this point, I'm back to sobbing, and I realized what the stinging was.

I was scared. To death.

Niall's POV:

"Niall, you can't just...leave? You're whole life is here, think about it. You...you deserve to know why he left. And why he left these diaries in your room filled with a future he fantasized with you. It's like he meant to keep them here and then he left. It doesn't make any sense, Niall." Selena frowned, scooting closer to me squeezing my hands.

I knew she was right. I wanted nothing more than to know why he got my hopes up, writing the future he promised to have with me and then just...leaving.

But that meant facing him, talking to him. I wasn't ready for that. Just picturing it made my heart burn. Seeing him in person, would set it on fire.

"No, I can't. I just, I need to forget him for good," I croaked out, sighing uneasily.

"Three years later, did you forget him? Three years later, Niall. How much longer will it take to erase him? Tell me, have you gone a day without thinking about him ever since he stepped foot out of this house?"

I stayed silent. Again, her being right and me convincing myself the wrong answers.

"That's what I thought. Look I know its not goi-"

"Give me your phone." I interrupted, not knowing what exactly I was doing, but I simply went along with it.

"What?"

"Give me your phone." I repeated, this time looking straight at her with a serious look. She looked at me confused, yet pulled out her phone from her purse, directing to me as I took it easily, heading towards the keypad. My fingers shakily typed in a number making me surprised that I even remembered it.

"Niall, please tell me what you're doing..." she trailed off, not able to see the number I just typed in. ignoring her once again, I shakily pressed the phone to my ear, my face hard, my eyes red and my lips trembling uncomfortably.

When I heard the familiar voice, my face only tensed, and my body fell into a melting state.

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I have no words I'm just really slow at updating like really slow because high school is stressful af loll....

Any way, don't you just love cliffhangers omg

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