Hurray For Holidays (One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter Ten

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(Niall's P.O.V)

The blazing sun awoke me as it peeked in through the partly opened windows. I gingerly sat up, limbs groaning in protest.

Why was I so stiff?

Why did why throat feel blocked up?

Why were my eyes bright red and puffy?

Yesterdays events suddenly came crashing down on me, and with the remembrance became a heavy cloud of despair hanging down on me.

Jeez, when did I get so poetic? I guess that's what heartbreak does to you. And I was, heartbroken that is.

Never in my life did I think I would feel so much pain, that I could deal with it all, but I hardly was. All I wanted to do was crawl back into my bed and never resurface. So that's what I did.

I couldn't say how long I stayed underneath the covers, but long enough so my stomach was growling monstrously. Though that didn't say much.

I felt no urge to get up, however. To go and get anything to eat. I needed the toilet too, and get a drink, but it seemed too much of an effort.

I also had an annoying itch on my calf's, but it couldn't be bothered to reach down and scratch it. I felt numb. So I let it continue.

I wasn't asleep, I couldn't. But I was drifting in and out of sleep. On the brink of unconsciousness. That was until I heard my bedroom door softly creak open, though I may have imagined it.

Then I heard slow breathing and caught slight movement on the edge of my vision, and knew it was one of the boys. Probably Liam.

"Go away." I heard a voice speak, and realised with a jolt it was mine.

This surprised me. It was deep, and thick, full of sadness, more of a moan than words. So unlike my usual happy, light-hearted, ringing voice. The realisation shocked me. This is what being without the girl I'm helplessly in love with does to me.

"Niall..." The boy said, more of a soft, caring whisper. "You've got to get up mate, c'mon." It wasn't Liam, but Louis.

I didn't say anything. I didn't want to talk to anyone, especially him.

"Niall, you've got to get up. Get a shower. You've missed breakfast and lunch but we've brought you something back."

Even though my stomach was begging for food, I knew, if I tried to consume any, it would come straight back up.

I really couldn't bear the thought of food, I was feeling nauseous just thinking about it. That's a first.

"I'm not hungry." The strange voice spoke again, just as gravely as before. I peaked at Louis' face thorough a gap in the bedcovers, and saw it full of worry, forehead creased, kneeled down next to the bed, looking at me as if I was so fragile, as if I could break at any moment.

And I detested him for it. I absolutely loathed him for it.

My bottled, in directed anger surged at him; hating him for crying. Hating him for making us argue. Hating him for being in my room. Hating him for caring.

My anger drained away from me as fast as it came. Hate took too much energy, too much effort. I just wanted to be left alone. To wallow in my own depression and self pity.

"It's your fault. If you hadn't... just go away. Just go, Louis. Leave me alone." I managed to get out, before flopping over to the over side of the bed, facing away from him.

I eventually heard a sigh, soon followed by the soft click of the door, indicating he'd left.

Good.

I went back to the sleepy state, on the edge of sleep, but not quite managing to drift off. I faintly heard a door opening and closing, then quiet, hushed voices.

I knew they were talking about me. What else would they talk about?

If I tried, I would probably be able to distinguish the voices, match them to their owners, but again, too much effort. I didn't want to do anything.

I yanked a pillow over my head when I heard words, not just mummers.

"Just leave him! Nothing your going to say is going change it!" Zayn hissed quietly.

Urgh. Leave me alone. I shimmied further down into the sanctuary of the covers.

"Go away Liam. What don't you understand about leave me alone?" I groaned, holding the covers closer to me.

"The 'leave me alone' part, obviously." Wait; that didn't sound like Liam. None of the boys, actually.

I abruptly felt the cover been pulled of me, and made a pathetic grab for them, but they were already gone.

I flinched, partly from the word that had brought me all this pain, and partly from the sudden feel of the dense air on my uncovered, naked skin.

I looked up, glare already on my face to be directed at the idiot who took the covers, but it faded into confusion when I saw who it was.

Stood there, glaring at me with bright green eyes, one hand on her hip, body stance defensive, radiating of attitude, lips pursed in disgust when she took in my state.

"Abby?"

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Even though this is supposed to be sad, I cant help thinking it's really cute and adorable how he responds to the breakup :)

I'm adding a lot to this story which I didn't previously have when I had written when I had just turned 12 (1 year 1/2 ago), which is why the chapters are shorter but it's better than none.

And remember I upload every day if possible, so they cant be too long as I have a life outside of WattPad. Though it's the summer holidays here in Britain so that helps loads :D!

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-Olivia<3