The Brunette

Chapter 39

Chapter 39(Niall's pov): Bella's maniac ex was sitting right there. His dark chocolate eyes scanned my face carefully, his face unreadable.

I wanted to strangle him.

No, I wanted to kill him.

Bella left her whole life behind in America because of him. He was a total jerk to her half the time they where together.

I didn't want to let him know that I knew Bella. All these things registered in my mind in a second, "Its nothing really, to be honest." I reply nonchalantly. He looked doubtful. "Are you sure?" He asks, concern written all over his face.

I nod briskly, "What about you? You seem a bit upset." I counter, trying my best to look like I care. He sighs, looking at the fountain, "Well... See its this girl." He starts slowly. "We've been dating for a little more than five years now. Her name's Kayla. I absolutely love her with all my heart." He says, a sad smile playing across his lips. "The other day, I was going to propose to her." His voice cracks a little at the end.

My eyes open a little wider. A million thoughts are rushing through my head like race cars.

He was going to propose to my Bella.

What if he did?

What if she said yes?

I would of never met her.

I would have lived the rest of my life without ever meeting my princess.

In that instant, I silently thanked this boy in front of me. If he had proposed to her like he had planned to, my life would have been ruined without her. "I then went to the store to get some stuff to propose to her. Things like, chocolates, flowers, and wine. But when I came back, she was talking to the neighbor, Jason." He wasn't looking at me anymore, biting his lip and glaring at the dolphin statue, like it was the cause for all his pain.

"He made her laugh and I guess I got jealous. I went up to her and started snogging her, right in front of the guy." He winced, as though the memory hurt him. "We got into a fight and she slammed our bedroom door right in my face." I flinched at the words 'our bedroom'. I hated to think that she had slept in the same room with him.

"That night, I actually heard her leaving." His eyes started watering as he looked down. "I just thought she was going out to blow off steam, she's done that before, but in the morning..." His voice broke and he put his head in his hands, crying. I didn't really know what to do.

To me, he deserved it.

He was overly jealous and controlling and obviously manipulative. I had actually felt an ounce of sadness for him.

I sat closer to him and awkwardly patted him on the back. I was actually really good at comforting people, but I didn't want to comfort him. He looked up and quickly wiped his eyes with his shirt sleeve, "Im sorry, I just..." He hugged his chest and put his head down. I automatically put my arms around him, holding him tightly.

"She left me." He sobbed quietly. I nod, not letting go of him. I figured that I owed him for making Bella come to London. "I screwed up and she left." He sounded like he was in so much pain. I thought about telling him I knew Bella but decided not to. If she saw him, she'd go back to America with him and I'd never see her again.

"Now she's somewhere in London and I can't find her." He wiped his eyes again. The tears stopped coming. His face was red and his eyes where puffy. His hair was still perfect though. "She's walking around with some Irish guy, no offense." He continues wiping his eyes, glancing up at me for just a second. "Its ok." I mutter, letting go of him slowly.