My Best Friend's Best Friend

It's Really Over

I woke up the next morning in a daze. What the hell happened last night? I got up and went into my bathroom. My makeup was smeared from crying. Niall's sweater was on the floor, covered in eyeliner, mascara, and blood. What had happened? I sat down on my bed trying to piece it together.

Niall and I went on a date...we kissed...Harry showed up...he beat up Niall...and then he said we weren't friends anymore.

I bit my lower lip, biting back tears. I didn't want to go downstairs. I didn't want to face Harry.

"Hey Hazz." Louis cried.

"Piss off." Harry grumbled, plopping into the couch.

"Look, if this is about Layla and Niall-"

"DON'T." Harry snapped. "I don't want to see or hear about any of them today."

I pulled out my phone, tears rolling down my cheeks, and composed a message to Harry.

"Hi. I'm really sorry about what happened. I understand how upset you were, but you didn't give me a chance to explain myself to you, and I would like to now"

I hit send, my fingers shaking. The speech bubble with the three dots popped up. Harry was typing.

"Well I wouldn't. Have fun with your lover. Fuck you"

The last part made a waterfall come out if my eyes. I began to sob loudly, apparently loud enough to hear downstairs.

"See? It was a simple mistake, and now she feels like shit." Niall growled. I didn't know he was up.

"Do you want your other lip busted?" Harry threatened. The whole house grew silent, except for my body-racketing sobs.

"Who the hell are you anymore?" Niall ran up the stairs and into my room. He sat on my bed and opened his arms. I collapsed into them, crying into his t-shirt.

"It's...really...over." I gasped for air between sobs.

All the times as kids that we would play hide and seek. All the truth or dares. All the games of cowboys and Indians, cops and robbers. All the hugs. All the kisses. Gone.

I wailed into Niall's shirt, and he softly rubbed my back.

"Shh, it's okay. Harry's gonna come to his senses. He always does. He just needs to blow off some steam."

"So he's done all this before?"

"Well, not all of it. He's never beat any of us up. But I guess that's what I get for always being in the way."

"Niall, you are not always in the way." I sat up, wiping tears from my eyes and his. "And you know what? At this point, you deserve the best, not Harry. So, Niall Horan, would you like to be my boyfriend?" I said loud enough to hear downstairs. Louis, Liam, and Zayn gasped. Harry growled, screamed, and stormed outside, slamming the door behind him. I suddenly got a text from him.

"You just love to hurt me, don't you?"

Niall saw and snatched my phone. "Niall, give it back." I whispered.

"No. It's time that dick got what he deserved." Niall growled, fingers flying across my keyboard. He tapped send and muttered something to himself. I snatched my phone back and read the message.

"What the fuck is your problem? It was a mistake, Harry, like I've been trying to tell you. But you don't seem to want to listen. So you know what? I'm done with you. Goodbye, Harry Styles"

"Fine. Goodbye, Layla Howard"

I stuck my face in my pillow and screamed, crying the hardest I ever had.