Past Or Present? (A Niall Horan and Harry Styles Fan Fiction) (*ON HOLD*)

Chapter Eight: The Break Up

"So what are you going to do then?" Niall asked me.

I put my head in my hands and sighed. "I honestly don't know." I sighed again. "I don't want to carry in living like this anymore but I really don't want to hurt Harry's feelings. He's really nice and I want to love him back! He’s just so sweet and I don't know why I'm being such a damn bitch!"

"Hey, hey. You're not a bitch!" he said, desperately. I knew and he knew that what I was doing right now was completely bitchy.

So me and Niall talked through it all again and I explained my feelings over and over again. He patiently sat there and listened to me rambling on and on about me me me. I'd never known a boy do that. Never.

"Well Harry's my friend. One of my best friends. But so are you. I don't think you should do this to him anymore. It's not fair on him. I think you should tell him."

"Yeah, me too." I said.

"Right then, you want me to drive you home?" He asked me.

"No, it's alright. I'll get a taxi."

"Well if you're sure."

"I'm sure." I replied.

"Okay then. Will you text me later tonight telling me how it all went?" he asked me.

"That's only if you don't get a heart broken call from Harry first." I answered.

He sighed. "Okay. I just want you to know that if you break up with Harry or not, you're still my friend." he said, looking at the floor.

"Um, yeah."

"So............ We're cool then? He asked me.

"Yep, we're...cool." I knuckle fisted him and he laughed and hugged me.

"You used to do that before. I think that other old you, there's still a part of her somewhere in you."

"Maybe."

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Two hours later and it's like really late and I'm still waiting for Harry to walk back through the door. It's usually like him anyway. I've heard he always parties out late and apparently I used to accompany him. The thought makes me shiver.

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Three and a half hours later and I'm still waiting for Harry to walk through the door as his same old cheery self. By this time. I'm getting a bit worried. He should have been back by now. What if something has happened to him? Something bad. Another car crash? Maybe he drank so much that he doesn't know where he is. Maybe he was in a gutter, lying on the floor while loads of people walked past him not giving him a second thought. Or maybe it was something else. Or should I say someone else. He was a bit of a womanizer after all but I don't think he would do that if he loved me as much as he claimed he did.

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Right this was it! I was getting not just upset, confused and worried now but I was also getting angry as well! He said he would be back late but surely not this late? I put my head in my hands. It was my fault. Maybe he didn't want to come back because of me. I didn't know what to do!

I decided to do one thing: Ring Niall. After all, he did say to ring him to tell him how it went. Well I would tell him how it went. My apparent boyfriend didn't even want to turn up to sort things out! I picked up the phone and it rang three times before Niall answered.

"Hey, how'd it go?"

"It didn't go anywhere."

"What do you mean?"

"He's not even back! He's not here! I don't know where he is and I'm really worried!"

"Oh"

"Do you know where Harry is?" I asked him.

"Um, no. Last time I saw him was yesterday but he does usually party out late. He's probably with Grimmy."

"Grimmy ?"

Niall sighed, remembering that was another thing I had forgotten. "Nick Grimshaw. He's a Radio 1 DJ and one of Hazzas best mates."

"Oh."

"I think you'll just have to wait." When Niall said that I heard a key turn in the door and someone stumble in. Obviously Harry.

"He's back. I gotta' go." I told Niall and hung up.

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Harry stumbled over to me. "Hey Scarl!"

I folded my arms. "Where have you been?"

"Out."

"Where out?"

"I don't know."

"YOU DON'T KNOW?!" I fumed.

"Sorry." Was his answer.

I grabbed hold of him by the arm and dragged him to the sofa and he tried to hug me. I pushed him away. "We need to talk."

"Can't we talk in the morning? I want to go to bed." he said.

"No, we need to talk now."

He rolled his eyes. "What?"

"I'm breaking up with you."

"What?"

"I'm breaking up with you." I repeated.

"What?"

"FOR GODS SAKE! I'M BREAKING UP WITH YOU HARRY!" I fumed.

"You're breaking up with me?"

"Yes, I did just say that."

"But, why?" he asked, his voice cracking.

"Why? You want to know why? You promise you'll only be out a couple of hours and then you waltz back in at, I don't even know what time! I've been sitting here, scared out of my mind for the past like six hours while you party with Grimy or whatever his name is-"

He cut me off. "It's Grimmy."

"Whatever!" My voice then turned softer as I told him the next bit. "And I'm sorry Harry, I know we were once meant to be together but I'm not that same person anymore. I'm not the girl you fell in love with and you're not the boy I can fall in love with again. I've tried, I really have and it's just not working. You're wonderful and I know any other girl would fall for you straight away but not me. I just can't do it."

He sat there and stared at me in awe, his eyes boring into mine and for a second I thought to myself: Should I be breaking up with him? Is he really the one for me? Am I just making it up that I don't want him? Any thoughts like that soon vanished though when I heard the accusation that came rolling out of his mouth.

"There's someone else isn't there? Are you cheating on me?"

What a cheek! Me cheating on him? If that did happen then it would most likely be him cheating on me! I couldn't believe it! The last time I cheated on someone was when I was four! How dare he! "How dare you!" I screamed at him. "I would never do that! I'm leaving tomorrow!" And with that I walked out of the door and that night I slept in the spare room.

Now there was just one thing to work out....................................

Where on Earth was I going to stay now that I didn't have a home?