Friends with Benefits

Part 17

Friends with benefits - Part 17

Isabel POV

A week. A week is what it has been without the one I love so dearly. I can barely eat, sleep or even function all together. I screwed up and I've made a mess that I can probably never fix. I most certainly have lost the most important person in my silly little life.

I haven't left the bed in days, except to grab a glass of water or having to go to the bathroom. My hair is messy, but goes perfectly along with the white t-shirt I am wearing. It's Niall's t-shirt. I can just put my nose close to it and take in a deep breath to smell his toxic scent.

His scent have a strange way of calming me, in ways no other person can. I think it might be because of how we've always been so close to each-other and maybe, just maybe, it was supposed to be us two...

Niall's POV

It feels quite empty without her. Like she has died and moved on without me. I keep questioning myself one question over and over: Why did I tell her that I wanted her to leave? I should have known that I was kicking both my girlfriend and best-friend out of my life.

I think I might have overreacted anyways. It was just a kiss and Harry has even called me several times to apologize for what happened. Sadly, I haven't had the physical strength to pick up the phone and talk to him. Instead it goes to voicemail.

The media and the fans still think that Isabel is Harry's secret girlfriend. It bothers me a lot but I can't say that she's mine either, because she's not anymore. It would also make things even more complicated and the media would eat Harry alive. I can imagine how sick it would be.

I sit on my bed, the same spot where Isabel used to sleep. I can still smell her lovely perfume of the pillow where she used to sleep so peacefully. I miss that and I miss it a lot.

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Isabel's POV

You would think that everything would start to feel a bit better after a month, but no. I still feel like shit and I don't think anyone can change that.

My mum have called me and asked how I'm doing and I couldn't help but to tell her the horrific truth. She said that we should have known that we had putted our friendship at risk. That is the only thing I've been thinking from the start for god's sake!

Danielle and Eleanor have visited a couple of times with ice-cream and chick-flicks, only to try to make me feel happy for a while. They are quite lovely for doing that, but the truth is that no one or nothing can make me happy these days. I just feel empty and numb.

Here the other day, I went outside to the supermarket to get some food and ended up meeting Harry in the parking-lot. He told me that he was sorry for what he had done to both me and Niall. And then he started crying. He literally just broke down in the middle of the parking-lot. I can only imagine how bad he feels for what he did.

Niall's POV

I wake up in dizziness on my couch with a pounding headache and nausea. I went to a bar last night with Josh and I didn't do anything but drinking. I drank a lot and that's all I can remember. How I got home will remain a mystery for the rest of my life.

I walk to the bathroom to wash my face with some cold water, and it feels rather nice at first, but then I remember her again. Isabel. She's like this sticker taped to my brain and I can't help but think of 99 precent of my time.

Why did I ever think it was a good idea for us to sleep together, or worse; becoming a couple? What was I thinking? I've screwed up everything.

I walk out of the bathroom and over to one of the kitchen cabinets in my kitchen. I open it, knowing exactly what I'm looking for. I spot it and grab it: A full bottle of vodka. I will get myself drunk again, because nothing else seems to be working for me.

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Isabel's POV

"Honey, It's been 6 months. You have to stop thinking about him" My mum says as she strokes my back. We are placed on my couch in my apartment. My mum came over as fast as she could this morning, so she could reach me before the horrific headlines did.

According to the newspapers and internet, Niall isn't himself anymore. He keeps drinking, doing drugs, having sex and partying all night long. I couldn't believe it of course and asked Danielle and Eleanor it they had hear about it. Sadly they had... They said that he was out of control and that not even the other lads could get him back on earth.

I have asked my mum if Maura have heard anything, and she had. She said that Maura is very disappointed in Niall and that she can't believe that her son would turn into what he has become. Neither can I... Niall isn't like that and I know it.

"I can't mum. I still love him" I say, crying onto my mothers shoulder. Why does people expect you to forget about someone as soon as they are out of your life. Isn't it allowed to be heartbroken anymore?

"Isabel, do you remember Ellen?" My mum suddenly asks me. It sounds a bit familiar, but I am not quite sure if I do. "No, I don't think so" I say and meet my mother's lovely eyes.

She smiles a fading smile before she starts talking again, "Ellen, Maura and I were all best friends back Ireland." My mum says. I'm not quite sure where she is going with this, but I think I might remember Ellen now.

"-Well, she's getting married and both me and Maura are invited... with our families." My mum says. I gasp, I can't believe she's actually thinking that I would go to a wedding if Niall is going to be there.

"I'm not going" I say and look at her in shock. "Yes you are. It's in Ireland and you're going. We're leaving next week, Isabel." My mum says and I am not going to start a discussion with mum.

Niall's POV

"Fuck, you were great" A female voice whisper in my ear. I slowly open my eyes, only to see a door get closed. She left. I sit up in my bed and wipe the sleep out of my tired eyes.

I've been trying to forget Isabel by getting drunk, getting high, having sex with other girls, but I can't. She's always on my mind and I still fucking love her!

I hate myself so much for giving up the best thing I ever had and I hate myself for not fighting to get her back earlier. I just really hate myself right now!

Day after day I get drunk, get high and have sex to forget about Isabel, but it's an impossible task because I love her more than I ever thought was possible!

I grab a pillow and just scream into it at the top of my lungs. That's when I hear my phone ring and I grab it from the nightstand. I look at the screen and see that it is my mum. She's been worrying sick for me and I understand her. I'm not myself and I know that, but right now I don't want to be myself anyways.

"Hi, mum" I say and and breathe heavily, ready to take in her crying over the phone about how she have lost her son.

"Niall. You are going with me home to Ireland next week." My mum says strictly. Like going back home would change anything. Me and Isabel have tons of memories there and going back there will only make me go even more mental.

"For what?" I ask, trying to keep my voice normal.

"Ellen's wedding. Isabel will be there to..." My mum says calmly. I don't even hesitate what to answer.

"I'll be there" I quickly say.

(A/N)

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