Forgotten

Ch 29

Harry**

"Niall. Get the fuck up." I hear a voice say. "Niall, get the fuck off of me!" The voice yells again, Niall groans, as he's pushed to the ground.

I open my eyes, and see Niall standing, shoving the person back.

"Hey, back the fuck off alright?" he growls, pulling on some pants. The guy growls and shoves him again. Turning to walk away,

"Prick." he says, and Niall tackles him to the ground.

"Fuck'd you call me?" He said, rapidly throwing punches in his face.

"Fucking-"

The guys starts, and Niall's left hand hooks his jaw.

"Prick!" He finishes, as Niall's right hand hooks him again.

I snap out of my daze, and grab Niall. The guy beneath him passed out, nose bleeding profusely.

"Niall! Stop!" I say to him as Niall begins kicking the guys body. Niall pushes out of my arms, and shoves me too.

"Fuck you Styles! You cheating son of a fucking bitch!" He throws a punch to my stomach, and I double over, a cough begging to escape my lips. He puts on his shirt, socks and shoes and grabs his phone.

"We're fucking done." He growls before walking away.

Shit.

Well, actually, am I even upset?

"Damn Styles? You gay?" I look over to see Liam grinning laying on the ground in what seems to be a pool of vomit.

"Hey Liam. When the hell did you get here?"

"I don't even know mate." He says, standing up. He looks down at his soaked arms and groans. "Lad I'm gonna take a shower."

I nod, and begin cleaning up the bedroom. I grab a black trash bag, and make my way around the flat, picking up pieces of trash along the way.

"Harry? You okay with the break-up? I mean, like, did you love him?" Liam says coming into the kitchen.

"I think I thought I loved him. But, didn't really want to. Just did it because it felt right." I say and he nods, "How about you and Dani?"

He gags and fake chokes himself, "Nah"

I laugh. "What happened?"

"She broke up with me. She said she lost love." I was broken for about three months, and realized you just gotta jump back in. Y'know?"

I nod. "So where you livin?"

He looks around thoughtful, "Here?"

I laugh, "Sure why not? Seeing as Niall will most likely be moving out."

I grab a mop and throw it towards him. "Now that you live here, get to mopping asshole."

He laughs, and trots off to the bathroom.

After we've spent about two hours cleaning and throwing out broken shit, we plop down in front of the television, with pizza in our laps.

Before we've even settled into an old school Godzilla, Niall comes storming in.

"Hey Ni." Liam says, and Niall just grunts. He goes upstairs and its silent for about ten minutes.

"Fuck!" I look towards the stairs, and see Niall hopping down the steps.

"What the hell happened?" I ask, and he shoots me a glare before hopping past us. I see a trail of blood after him, and get up to investigate.

He sees me coming and turns his back to me. "Fuck off" He mumbles as he chucks a piece of bloody glass at me. I duck and roll the paper towels at him. He snatches them off the counter, and wraps up his foot.