“Break ups hurt baby,” Niall’s mum’s voice drew him back to the present. He vaguely wondered how she knew it was a break up, because he still hadn’t said a word. “That’s how you know it’s worth it. You have to take the good with the bad.” Her hand smoothed down his hair gently, “She wasn’t right for you anyway.”
Niall didn’t bother correcting her. He just continued to cry.
“If she was willing to hurt you this bad love then she doesn’t deserve you. You’ll find the right one soon enough and it will be made even more beautiful by the heartache you had to go through to find her.”
“It was my fault,” Niall finally muttered. “Mine.”
“Well if it was your fault and you’re hurting this bad, I’m sure she’s hurting even more. Maybe you just need to talk to her.”
Niall sighed deeply. He didn’t like that word, she. It sounded wrong. “She’s actually a h-”
Niall’s words were cut off by a desperate knocking on the door and after a few seconds to make sure Niall was okay, his mother pulled away and opened the door. Niall saw a familiar face over her shoulder and quickly pushed past her, muttering a quick ‘it’s for me’ under his breath before stepping outside and closing the door behind him. He knew why Liam was here. He was here to rip Niall apart for hurting Harry. Niall had been expecting him. He had promised after all.
Liam had stormed over – after asking Louis where Niall lived – with all intentions to hurt the blonde for destroying Harry. It didn’t matter that he had come to consider Niall his greatest friend besides Harry, because Niall had hurt Harry and that was all that mattered to Liam. Niall could have been his brother and Liam would have still defended his helpless best friend. But the minute Niall stepped outside and turned to face him, the fight left Liam’s body.
Niall looked horrible. His face was swollen, his eyes bloodshot, and his lip quivering. There were still fresh tears streaming down his cheeks and he looked like he hadn’t slept in a month. It must have been a rough night.
Niall just stared at Liam for a few seconds as he waited for something, anything really, to happen. But nothing did. So he spoke up.
“He broke up with me,” Niall sobbed, embarrassed that Liam was seeing him like this. “But it was all my fault. So please hit me or whatever you came here to do.”
Liam smiled sadly before reaching out and wiping away a few of Niall’s tears. Niall just sniffled and studied his feet. “What happened?”
The wound was still too fresh, so Niall just shrugged. He didn’t want to talk about it. “I ruin everything,” was all he managed to choke out.
“No you don’t Niall,” the words escaped Liam’s mouth without a second thought and suddenly he couldn’t stop. “You do the opposite of that. You made everything so much better. You brought Harry to life. You made him Harry times a hundred. You made him happy. You know what Harry’s like? He’s like the outline in a coloring book. All black and white and empty. He had a shape and he knew who he was, but he wasn’t complete. He was just a few lines on a piece of paper. But then you came along. You with your bright laugh and your happy smile and your bubbly personality. You were the color. You filled him in and made him come alive. You completed the picture. He’s still the same old Harry, the same old coloring book page, but he’s better. He’s colorful and full of life and complete. He needs you. You guys belong together. Without you he’s just an outline and you’re just a blur of colors. But together you’re a masterpiece.” Harry was going to kill him, especially since he was the one who broke up with Niall. Liam really shouldn’t be trying to win him back. But they were just so right for each other that he couldn’t stand to see them apart. “He needs you Niall. He really does.”
