Forgotten

Ch 25

Niall** 

"Because I'd just be killing myself in the process. So spare me, and get out. Take your clothes, and everything with you. You no longer live here."

His words hit me harder than anything anyone's ever said to me. I repeat the last sentence in my head, and try to grasp what he just said. We can't be friends, and he doesn't want to try. I killed him. He was already not even happy, but I gave him happiness, just to destroy it.

I don't deserve to be his friend. 

I nod, and walk past him. He shuts the door behind me, and I hear him begin to thump his head against the door a couple times, before soft sobs fill the room. I know how he gets when he cries, he's probably ripping his hair out. 

I walk into our old bedroom and slowly take my clothes from the drawers. I take out all my pairs of boxers, all my shirts, and pants. I pile my white Nike on top, and take a final look around the room. I look in the closet and take one of Zayn's hoodies, I take a deep breathe, and inhale the scent of the hoodie. The smell is comforting, so I pile it on top. I sigh and close the door behind me, walking down the steps careful not to drop anything.

I drop my keys on the counter, and close the door behind me. I get into the car with Harry, and he takes one look at me and starts driving. The ride is silent, but I'm glad. I don't need Harry asking questions or anything. I just need time to think.

What if Zayn never forgives me? What if we can never be friends again? What will happen to One Direction? What about the fans?

I hardly ever see Liam already, and I never see Louis. So, the band is already pretty much dead. Five years of being a band, and we're already broken up.

Damn.