"BREATHE" (One Direction fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-Four

(NIALL’S POV)

            “I’M SO HUNGRY!” I declare as I drop my baggage on the floor and instantly head towards the kitchen. Liam, Zayn, and I decided to stay at Louis and Harry’s for the night instead of heading to our own places in London.

            “Do you have anything else besides Coco Puffs?” I ask as Louis laughs and takes the box from me.

            “We haven’t been home since last year, I think even these Coco Puffs are stale.” Louis explains, tossing the box away.

            “It’s late anyways, go to bed Niall, we’ll get a nice breakfast in the morning.” Liam says with a yawn as he pulls out his toothbrush and toothpaste from his bag and heads towards the bathroom. Yes, Daddy Direction. I sigh and jump on the couch where Harry is texting away on his phone.

            “Who are you texting?” I questioned and Harry quickly clicks the screen away to something else.

            “Nobody.” He says quickly. “I’m going out real quick.”

            And with that he leaves the flat in a flurry.

            “That’s a bit odd.” Louis comments before retreating to his room. “Good night my unicorns, I’ll feed you in the morning.”

            Zayn and I laugh at this as Zayn plops a pillow on one of the couches, my stomach growls and Zayn raises a brow at me.

            “Are you really that hungry?”

            I nod and Zayn nods towards the door. “Harry probably left to buy some snacks, go catch up with him.”

            “I will, night buddy.” I say, patting Zayn on the back and then running out the door to catch up with Harry. I’m heading down the steps when I hear voices and I slow down, one of them sounds like Harry.

            “Yes, I’m very jealous.” I hear Harry admit and I stop. Who was Harry talking to? “I admit it, I’m very jealous of Niall. What about you? Will you admit you’re jealous of all those girls?”

            Harry’s jealous of me? Now I was interested, I sat down on one of the steps and lean my head against the railing. Harry was just a few flights below me. There’s a short amount of silence before I hear Harry chuckle. “So you were jealous.”

            “I wasn’t!” Says a familiar female voice. “Fine, maybe a little jealous, they’re really pretty girls.”

            Yuka. Harry was talking to Yuka. I feel a lump in my throat, why was Yuka meeting Harry here so late? There were so many questions running through my head as I continued to listen in on their conversation. I hear Harry confess about all those girls, about how he didn’t feel anything for them.

            “It’s different than being with you.” That last part hit me hard in the face. Harry had feelings for Yuka. My previous suspicions were correct; my mate does have feelings for my girlfriend.

            “I know, you’re with Niall. Have you ever thought what it’d be like to be with me?” Harry asks her. Say no, tell him no. I begged silently, nervous for her answer. Yuka takes her time which upsets me a little. She shouldn’t have to think about that answer.

            “Yeah…”

            I lean back and inhale sharply. She liked him back as well. I hear them argue but I don’t focus on their words. All that runs through my head is the fact that my girlfriend likes my best mate. I feel tears stream down my face but I don’t bother wiping them. I hear Harry raise his voice, questioning why she was with me, saying that he’d treat her right if she was with him. I took another deep breath and leaned against the railing for her answer.

            “I can’t hurt Niall. He’s my boyfriend, I love him.”

            Those were the words I wanted to hear, but frankly, I didn’t quite believe it.

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(YUKA’S POV)

            Today was the rehearsal for our first London concert; I was in a daze, strumming the guitar when Renae’s voice brought me back.

            “YUKA!”

            I blink a few times and glance at her, standing next to me. “You forgot your cue.”

            We were singing Get Your Ass Back Home by Gym Class Heroes and I was suppose to rap but all I did was silently play my acoustic out of tune.

            “Focus.” Renae says before turning back to the mike. I nod and adjust the strings on my guitar, tuning it, before nodding at Audrey who began the beat. I play the progression before pressing my lips close to the mike.

Oh, so sexy y’all

            Then Renae holds her mike and begins to sing.

I don’t know where you’re going

Or when you’re coming home

            I guess the performance was passable because the sound booth guy gave us a thumbs up, ending our rehearsal time. As we walked off the stage I ignored Harry who seemed to have gotten the message and I walked up to Niall.

            “Hey, Babe.” I said softly with a small smile. Niall smiles back, but it wasn’t his usual grin when he saw me. “You okay?”

            “Yeah, I’m just tired.” He says, rubbing his eye and then squeezes my hand before heading to the middle of the stage to perform. Maybe it was just me having a bad day, but Niall was a little distant from me.

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            “Are you sick?” I asked, touching my forehead to Niall’s as we were getting ready for the concert. We were both in the changing room, except we were hiding in the clothing rack this time. Niall laughs a little and backs away slightly.

            “No, what makes you think I’m sick?” He asks, ruffling his hair. I smile and shrug. It probably was just me. But then Niall hesitates and licks his lips before taking both of my hands in his. “Yuka, do you love me?”

            “Yeah, I love you.” I said. He continues looking nervous.

            “Why?” He questions, peering down at me with his blue peepers.

            “Because you make me feel very safe and comfortable, I feel at ease when I’m with you. You make me laugh, I’m just instantly happy around you.” I explain but Niall doesn’t look convinced. “What’s with the face?”

            “It’s just that, I thought the feeling you have would be similar to mine.” Niall says, looking down at our intertwined hands. “When I’m with you my heart is uncontrollable, when I’m not with you I can’t stop thinking about you. When you laugh or smile I just want to freeze that moment forever and when you cry, my heart breaks and I want to cry with you. The way you describe love, its sounds more like friendship.”

            I knit my eyebrows together and give Niall a strange look. “Um, I’m pretty sure love can be interpreted in different ways. My love is just a little different than yours.”

            I explain with a smile and lean forward to give him a kiss but strangely, Niall leans backwards and stares me in the eye. “Then how do you feel about Harry?”