Niall Gone Mad?! 1D Imagine/Fanfic

Part Twenty-Two!

A/N: Ello!  So since I'm going out of town tomorrow, I decided to stay up tonight and write this chapter for you all c;

Leave a like for my hard work, a comment of what your thoughts are, and I plan to update again on Sunday!  See you soon (:

Enjoy x

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Harry’s POV: 

“Harry, what the hell?!”  A familiar voice yelled from behind me; I turn around and find her standing there, with an expression filled with surprise and, ultimately, hurt.  She said something to herself before running back down the hallway.  What’s on her arm? 

“Should I go-”  The girl next to me asks and I turn back towards her. 

“I guess it’s a good thing she interrupted us when she did; I’d have too many regrets about this if we did anything.”  I mutter, lifting up the covers of the bed and sliding to the ground, searching around for some pants.  Finding a pair, I slip them on and head towards the door, pausing to glance back at this stranger.  “Now would be a good time to leave.”  I say, turning back on my heel and jogging down the hallway, searching for any clues of where she went.  “Great job Harry.”  I mumble to myself, running a hand through my hair as I let out a sigh.  Finding nothing on this floor, I reach the stairs and decide on going down first.

“Anyone down here?”  I call out, flipping on the light switch near the door.  A long silence replies me as I wander the halls and rooms.  I’ve never noticed how truly big this ‘house’ is before.  

“What are you yelling about man?”  A drowsy voice speaks from behind me.  Turning, Zayn’s standing there with his bed head of hair sticking in every direction.

“Erm, just looking for-”

“What’d you do this time?”  His eyes narrow at me.

“Who said I did anything?” 

“Well, there was some strange girl leaving through the front door, Louis is still sleeping,  some sort of commotion going on in Liam’s room, and that left me up to find you, so what did you do?”

“Well, my drunk self came home with a girl from the bar...”  Zayn facepalmed and glared at me. 

“You do realize how fucking stupid you were, and are?”  He yelled, shoving me into the wall.  “She just forgave you for fucking up once, and then you go and sleep with some girl from a bar you don’t even know?  She’s never going to forgive you, Harry.  Never.”  He enunciates every letter of n e v e r. 

“I didn’t even do anything with the girl, she walked in before anything happened.”

“I guess you got lucky then, huh?”  Zayn sneers angrily.  “I didn’t know this would be what you’d end up doing to someone Harry.  I thought you were better than this.”  He shakes his head and looks at me in disappointment; he starts walking away toward, what I would assume to be, Liam’s room.

“But I didn’t even do anything!”  I yell at his back and he stops in mid-step.  He keeps his back facing me.

“She doesn’t know that.”  He says in a monotone voice,  continuing up the stairs, taking them two at a time to the second floor.  His words take a moment to hit me, hard. 

“Fuck.”  I groan to myself, realizing what shit I just got myself into.  My feet pace around the living room as my thoughts fly around me everywhere.

I knew I shouldn’t have gotten those last few drinks.  They were just three cups of beer, but I guess that doesn’t matter to her.  And, I sort of ditched her too.  I left her in the middle of the dance floor to go to the bathroom and then get a drink and then tried to find her but she was gone, then I went to the bar and met the girl and bought a few more glasses...  She’ll never fucking forgive me.  I already sang to her, there’s nothing much past that to get a girl’s heart back, is there?  Niall always made her smile, he never fucked up until... management.  Why can’t Niall be here?  His laugh and smile would cheer her up instantly.  He could wipe away her tears and help her get over the fact I’m an asshole.  But if he was here, she wouldn’t have to go through any of this.  She would still be with him...  I’ve really messed up this time.  What would Niall do?

Pausing near the small coffee table, I glare at the decorated vase full of flowers.  For a minute, it’s like nothing matters anymore.  I already messed up enough; I’ll never get her back.  My hands reach out and lift up the vase, throwing it at the wall and watching it smash into a million tiny pieces.  The flowers fly in every direction and water drips down the wall.  The vase is now just a bunch of pieces of glass on the floor with colorful petals lying all over the pieces.  I slump into the couch, staring at the mess I’ve made.

“Harry?!”  Two voices yell as their feet trample down the stairs.  “Harry?!”  Louis and Zayn yell again, reaching the bottom of the stairs and pausing at the edge of the glass and water.

“What the hell happened?!”  Zayn asks; his eyes scanning over the mess and ending up on me. 

“What does it look like?  I threw the damn vase and it broke.”  I find myself being surprised by my voice raising on the last few words.  They just continue staring at me and avoiding their eye contact, I stare at the ground and rest my elbows on my knees, settling my head in my hands. 

“I’ll get a broom.”  Zayn says to Louis, walking towards the kitchen.  A few footsteps move in my direction and I barely lift my eyes to see Louis’ feet standing in front of me, then his body landing on the cushion next to mine on the couch.  His hand rests on my shoulder. 

“Harry-”  He starts but I lift my head and look at him, wiping my nose. 

“Is she okay?”

“That was a really dick move Harry.”

“Is she okay?”  I repeat, raising my voice purposefully this time.  He peers down at his hands and sighs.

“I haven’t personally seen her, but from what Zayn says, she’s not the happiest camper right now.”  I nod and a small silence falls over us as Zayn comes back with a broom, sweeping up the infinite pieces of glass.  “Why’d you do it?”

“I can’t say I know the answer to that.  But, I do know that I just lost the most important thing in my life to just one night of being drunk.  I-I...”  Pausing, I take a deep breath and exhale slowly.  “I’ll be back.”  I say, standing up and accidentally knocking over the coffee table.  Ignoring it, I quickly jump around the mess of glass and find the stairs on my left.  Jumping three steps at a time, I manage to make it up the stairs rather fast and walk quietly down the corridor of bedrooms.

Peeking my head into a room with a cracked open door, the sight before me hurts my heart.  Liam’s holding her close with tissues in his hand, whispering something carefully to her and hugging her as her head rests in the crook of his neck.  His eyes look up to the door and glare at me, just barely shaking his head for me to get out.  My mouth opens to say something, but I shut it slowly and watch them for a moment longer before taking my head out of the room and lean against the wall next to me.  My body slides down the wall to the carpet on the floor and everything becomes blurry through my tears.

“What the fuck have I done?”

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A/N: What do you think is gonna happen next?

Will she forgive Harry? Or will she make him leave? o;

Give me your opinions :D