For The Love Of Niall: Niam

Chapter 18: A Verdict Has Been Reached

                   Enraged was an understatement, according to what Niall was feeling. He stormed into his home, causing a framed-drawing, that Zayn had drew for him, to fall off the wall, glass shattering before his shoes. He knelt down, carefully picking up the glass, though his vision was blinded by the tears that clouded his eyes. Sobs escaped him and heartache became of him, and he was on the verge of completely losing his mind, just like he had lost him. The events from the past, few hour stayed latched onto his mind, plaguing him like a nightmare. Everything went wrong at that meeting - everything. He vividly remembered the arguments between Louis, Zayn, and Harry and it even escalated to another physical altercation between Zayn and Louis, both boys allowing their feelings for Harry to blind them from the bigger picture. Harry was the one at fault. Harry was the one who couldn't stop his eyes from wandering where they didn't belong, and he was the  reason they had became torn apart, not to say that it wasn't as much as Zayn's fault as it was his. Niall remembered the constant shouting from the executive, demanding that they kept their mouths closed and making it quite clear that the five lads didn't have much of a say-so in anything that had to do with their careers. Niall remembered the look of disgust Liam had on his face, launching himself across the table to strike the man, and he remembered the countless amount of security guards that had to stand nearby in case the altercations continued. The memory that affected Niall the most was the endless times Liam apologized to him, peppering his face in kisses, as Niall stayed crouched in the corner of the room, pleading for them all to stop. Ultimately, the meeting ended with two people quitting - Liam being one of them.

                   

                    Niall was furious because Liam didn't give him the choice to up and leave with him. He just stormed out of the office. They were suppose to be in it together. Hoping that Liam was just not in his right frame of mind, thinking he would be waiting by the car for the blond upon realizing that he left him behind, Niall exited the building and found no one. At that moment, he felt lost and everything was spiraling out of control. He had no inkling where his boyfriend had went, what direction or route was taken, and he couldn't come up with a justified explanation for why Liam wasn't answering his calls, of all people. He was starting to hate Liam and, most importantly, himself. He allowed the older lad to sweep him off his feet, shower him with love, affection, and broken promises. Was love not enough? Was it not enough to make Liam see that Niall would've stuck by his side through everything, even when he was faced with doubts? The blond was starting to hope that it was just a nightmare and he would wake up in the arms of Liam, still at the hotel; but that moment never came and he remained seated within the doorway, staring blankly ahead. Tears fell onto the glass surrounding him and he held the drawing close to him. He had no one to turn to. He was too pissed with Harry to give him the time of the day and he was even more pissed at Louis for provoking the anger within Zayn again. He couldn't turn to Zayn because he, too, quit the band and he wanted time to be alone and grieve. And just the glass on the floor, their lives together had shattered. 

                    Niall weakly picked himself up from the floor and stumbled through the halls. While making his way towards the stairs, he came across his piano, reliving the times he and Liam used to sing in perfect harmony together he suddenly hated that damn piano - along with everything else within the home that reminded him of what used to be. He walked up the stairs, barely picking his feet up, while his shoulders scraped along the wall-side. He was broken and restless, to say the least; and he couldn't drown out the voice, in his head, that constantly chanted that Liam had left him. Slowly, he peeled his clothing items off, one by one, stripping himself until he was left with nothing but his briefs on. He lifted up the comforters, allowing them to completely engulf him in a world where he could grieve and relish in the pain and memories, even if it wasn't the best way to get over things. Maybe he didn't want to get over Liam. Tears fell, a heart ached, and a boy remained silenced and broken. "I am fucking done with this band!" He heard Liam's voice play out in his head like a line from a memorable movie. His eyes shut tightly, mumbling to himself - anything to make it all go away. The remainder of the day was spent like that, crying and sleeping through the sun's rays, the sunset, and the nightly clouds. He didn't care for any of it.