I'm in love with you, don't you see? (Niall Horan love story)

Chapter 16

Nialls P.O.V

I was walking along the streets of London, trying to get Clary out of my head, knowing that it wouldn't work because I have been trying for the past two months. I hate how I had to do that, but I couldn't ruin things for others because of my own selfish reasons, no matter how much I wanted to. Everything that Clary and I have been through together are going through my head, the day we met, our pretend relationship and then our real one.

After the memory of me crushing both of our hearts came through, more depressing thoughts entered it. Is she seeing someone else? Does he make her happy? Does she still think about me? Will she ever forgive me if I told her the real reason for our breakup? I rubbed my eyes, hopping that these thoughts would leave my head, because they have been haunting me for the past two months, along with her beautiful eyes, smile, laugh, personality; just everything in general.

I kept walking until I saw a girl slide down an alley wall and it looked like she was crying. Walking closer to the girl, I noticed the similarities she has to Clary. The same wavy dark brown hair, the same curves and style. After looking her over a little bit, I realized that the crying girl in front of me was Clary, my princess. After taking another minute or two to get over the shock of seeing her again (and not just my imagination playing tricks on me), I walked over to her and slid down next to her crying form, wrapping my arms around her.

She looks up and into my eyes, a whole bunch of emotions crossing her beautiful brown eyes; confusion, sadness, despair, and then finally, anger. "Niall?" she said, I looked over her, trying to see if she was hurt, but after I didn't find any physical signs of injury, I came to the conclusion that it was emotional pain. "Hi princess. Whats wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I questioned, and I don't know why all those questions came out of my mouth. Oh no wait, I do, it is because I still freaking like her.

She pushes my arms off of her and stands up, turning to me with her arms crossed in front of her chest. She looks pretty angry right now, and she just unknowingly just answered one of my questions. I stand up too, and try to comfort her again, but she puts one of her hands up, telling me to stop. "Clary love, whats wrong?" I ask her, and she wipes away her angry tears, sending daggers my way. "Why do you care Niall? Huh?" she questions back.

"I've always cared Clary" I tell her, shocked she would even think otherwise. "Oh really? You certainly didn't care about me when you decided to break things off with me, and you certainly didn't care enough to call or even text me back an apology! You didn't care because you weren't there Niall!!!!!" was her response, her voice getting louder at the end. Even though what she said was true, it hurt a lot. Did I seriously cause her that much pain? 

That's it, I am going to tell her the truth about our break-up, even if it can get me into serious trouble after. "Clary I have to tell you som-", before I even had the chance to tell her, some dude came up behind her. "Clary! Oh god Clary don't ever do that again alright?!?" said this random bloke. Who is he? How does he know Clary? She starts to cry again and leans into this blokes arm, crying on his chest. Um, WHAT?!? She is supposed to be crying on my chest not on this randoms! SHE'S MINE!!!!

"Oh ClaryBeary, it's alright, it's going to be alright. We will figure something out okay? I promise I'm not going to leave your side," the unknown dude says. That's it! No one holds my princess except for me! "Who are you?" Really Niall? Who are you? That's the best you can come up with? The guy looks up at me, and then recognition crosses his face, "well, well, well, if it isn't the heartbreaking Irish chap, Mr. Niall Horan," he says, putting extra emphasis on the word chap.

"Who are you and how do you know who I am?" he looks at me and just chuckles, holding Clary closer to him. "Who am I? I'm the one who had to help pick up the broken pieces that you left behind for the past two months" shock courses through my body, followed by pain and emptiness. Did she really move on that fast? Was I really that replaceable? I looked over to Clary, trying to get her attention but she still had her face buried into his chest, "Clary please, just let me explain," I tell her in hopes that she will look at me and listen.