Apologize

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Okay! Here is the chapter that I promised! Read it and tell me what you guys think, I am sorry it is so short but I tried my best.

I’m holding on your rope

Got me ten feet off the ground
And I’m hearing what you say
But I just can’t make a sound

Niall’s POV

Six months ago, I left the band because of what Harry did to me and I can say that right now I couldn’t be happier. I have a nice paying job and living comfortably in Ireland again. My parents were what helped me get over him the most and told me that there were plenty of fish in the sea and that Harry breaking my heart was going to lead me to find that special someone. I sure hope that they are right.

You tell me that you need me,
Then you go and cut me down
But wait…

I was sitting in my living room, enjoying my day off watching TV when the doorbell rang. I looked at the door puzzled at who could possibly be here since I wasn’t expecting anybody. I got up and walked to the door and paused. My hands became really sweaty as I was thinking, what if it is Harry? What if he came here to try and get me back?

You tell me that you’re sorry,
Didn’t think I’d turn around
And say…

I opened the door and my heart dropped. Harry was standing in front of me; his curly hair had seen its better days and his eyes were red signaling to me that he had been crying a lot lately. His gorgeous green eyes had lost their color; they were glazed over and had no life in them. He looked at me and I instantly felt guilty for what I did but quickly pushed it away because now he knows what he did to me.

“Harry, what are you doing here?” I asked him coldly.

He looked at me and tears were starting to fall down his face again and he tried to hug me but I pushed him off.

“I will ask you again, what are you doing here?” I asked again with more anger in my voice.

He flinched at my sudden anger and then swallowed. He kept opening and shutting his mouth trying to find the words to say and I just folded my arms across my chest.

“Well, I am waiting,” I said.

He swallowed again and more tears were starting to fall down his face. I didn’t feel guilty at all this time; it was time for him to understand all the heartbreak that he put me through.

“I c-came h-here t-to a-apol-logize,” he stuttered while sobbing.

I just glared at him. The time for an apology had come and gone a long time ago.

“APOLOGIZE! YOU CAME HERE SIX MONTHS AFTER I LEFT TO APOLOGIZE!” I shouted at him, my voice rising the more I yelled at him.

“DON’T YOU THINK THAT THE TIME FOR AN APOLOGY HAS COME AND GONE?” I continued yelling at him while poking my fingers a million times against his chest.

He just coward the more that I yelled at him which only made him cry even more.

“W-we w-were on t-tour, h-how w-was I supposed t-to apologize w-hen you l-left no w-way to c-contact y-you?” He said sobbing. There was snot coming down his nose. I had never seen him cry this much before. I didn’t like seeing him cry but on the other hand, I wasn’t ready to put him back into my life. He hurt me SEVEN times; I can’t just simply forget what he did to me.

“I made it that way so you wouldn’t be able to get ahold of me; I wanted to move on from you Harry. You broke my heart one too many times and I couldn’t take it anymore. So now, I would appreciate if you would show yourself out,” I said to him trying not to cry. It was very hard to hide it because Harry could always tell when Niall was about to cry and Niall knew he always hated it.

I need you like a heart needs a beat,
But it’s nothing new, yeah!

I looked over at Harry and I could see the look of shame and pain. He looked like he was deeply sorry, but I couldn’t let him back into my life, not yet anyway. He tried walking closer to me, to hug me so I wouldn’t talk to him but I pushed him away again.

“Can we just talk about it?” he asked softly.

I shook my head. I really didn’t want to talk about it, not right now.

“Not right now Harry, I just need some time,” I told him softly.

He lowered his head in shame and slowly trudged to the door. He looked back at me looking for some sort of reassurance that this wasn’t the last time we would see each other. I smiled softly at him as he left saying that maybe someday I would let him back into my life.

“I’m holding on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground,” I whisper to myself as tears fell down my face for the first time in months.

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