My Best Friend's Best Friend

This Is The End?

"HARRY!" I screamed. "HARRY, CUT IT OUT!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you asshole?! I told you I was in love with her!" Harry screamed, landing punches.

I backed away, scared. I had never seen this side is Harry. The loving sparkle in his green/hazel eyes was replaced by darkness. Niall was screaming. It was a shrill, blood curdling scream that stopped it all. They stared at me, Niall's face bloody, and Harry's blood-covered fist in midair. I guess the scream came from me.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Harry?!" I ran over and pushed him away, helping Niall up. His nose was clearly broken, and his lip was busted pretty badly.

"He was kissing you!"

"CAN I NOT KISS SOMEONE! MY GOD, YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!" I screamed at him. Harry looked shocked after my hand swiftly went across his cheek. Oh my god. I just slapped Harry. I gulped back tears as a huge red mark appeared. Niall looked just as shocked.

"You know what? Screw you." Harry flicked me off and began to walk away.

"So what? That's it? This is the end? Just because of one misunderstanding, we're not friends anymore? Harry, you're all I had before the other boys. I...I love you. I always have."

"You what?" Harry turned around. Niall stared at the ground, wiping blood and tears from his face.

"I love you." I whispered, realizing it myself. It didn't feel that right, though. "At least, I think I did." Niall lifted his head.

"W-What?"

I walked over to Niall and cleared his face.

"So just because I give the little bastard what he deserves, I'm the bad guy? Well screw you then. Yes, Layla. I'm afraid this is the end. Goodbye." Harry ran away. I bursted into tears and Niall pulled me close.

"What have I done?" I kept thinking and wailing. I knew exactly what I had done.

I had fucked up. And now Harry was gone.