Everlasting love - Niam

Chapter 11

Liam:

Things for the past few weeks had been going great, Niall and I had rekindled our friendship. Everything between us wasn't the way it used to be but we were slowly getting there. Harry and Niall had become extremely close during the past week they had come pass the whole sleeping together thing and were now great friends. It seemed as though everything for Niall was finally falling into place. He may not realise it yet but he was getting slightly better. Sure he still had his moments but they weren't as bad as they used to be.

I am broken out of my thoughts when my phone starts ringing beside me. I look at the caller ID and I'm surprised to see that its Niall.

"Niall?" I answer feeling slightly concerned.

"Can you open the front door?"he asks and I can hear a slight crack in his voice.

"I'll be down in a bit" I say hanging up, I hurridly get out the room and head downstairs opening the door for him.

Immediately bring met with the sight of Niall in all his glory, his knuckles ready to pounce on the wood once again before he realizes that the door had already been opened. Here he was, looking at me with worn out eyes, his body slightly buzzing from the one too many drinks I knew he'd had. Here he was, standing all alone in my doorway, looking raw, cut open, looking like every bit the boy I'd fallen in love with a year ago.

"Sorry for bothering you this late."

"It's okay."

"It's not okay. I just... I..." His voice falters, his breath hitching. His hand raise's to his chest, drifting over it, strained and tense all through his fingertips, motioning in wild, frantic movements. "I just... I just needed..."

"Hey. It's okay. It really is."

He doesn't have to talk. He doesn't have to explain himself. I already know. It's happened before. I know he is on the verge of a breakdown. I know he feels the weight of the world crashing down on his shoulders. I know that the pressure is getting the best of him. I know that it's the reason Niall is here. Because I'm the one he runs to when the going gets too tough. I always have been, despite everything we've been through.

I guide him into the house with a tilt of my head. letting him walk past me, I run a hand through my hair as I watch him walk upstairs to my room, taking a big breath before following behind him. He walks into my room and comes to a stop in the middle of the room. I close the distance between us, pressing myself up against his back.

He turns to me, instantly leaning our foreheads together. He clasps our hands together, firmly intertwining our fingers. His eyes flutter shut while his lips tremble as he released a painful whoosh of air from his lungs.

"It hurts so bad, Liam. I feel like I'm gonna fuckin' lose it. It hurts so much."

The words speak to me more than I think he knows. They resonate with me because I know that feeling of hurt all too well. But I let my pain aside, lock it away for the time being. I let it aside because his pain matters, much more than mine.

"I know. I know it hurts. But it's gonna be alright. Everything's gonna be alright. I promise."

Niall's eyes open to look into my own, and I feel like shattering to pieces. I've been in this situation before, with Niall coming to me late at night, drunk and holding onto me like I'm his only anchor left in this world. It tears me apart. But as pathetic as it is, it's times like these, where I selfishly get him all to myself that keep me going. All I can do is hold onto this moment, before it flees me and comes to an end that I know will rip through me.