(Original Author: http://www.quotev.com/breakmelikeapromise )
*Haley's P.O.V.*
I had been pretending to be asleep, which apparently I was very good at. As Liam lay me down on my bed, I acted half asleep as I brought the blankets over my face. Don't wanna be reminded, don't wanna be seen. I hated that those lyrics decided to play through my head, because I heard Niall singing them. And he was the entire reason I was crying alone in my room. I could be out there being an idiot with Louis, gushing about him with Dani, being perverted with Harry, or even cuddling with him. But no, apparently Niall's drunk lips must remain occupied when I'm in the bathroom. Why was I never good enough for anyone? Why did guys always need something more than me? The sobs came again, making my body shake violently. They turned into some form of hyperventilation, then subsided into pathetic little hiccups. I felt like shit. Maybe I was shit. It sure seemed that way at the moment.
"Haley?" I froze as that all too familiar Irish accent constricted my heart and sent feverish chills throughout my body. I was still completely engulfed in my sheets, and I intended to stay that way. I tried to stay silent; I was holding my breath as I heard soft footsteps approaching. I didn't want to talk to him. "Haley," he stated. Shit, he knows I'm awake. Just keep pretending! Maybe he'll leave!As that thought raced through my mind, I realized that I never wanted him to leave me. I couldn't hold it anymore. A heart-wrenching sob escaped my lips. Fuck it. "Okay. I know you don't want to talk to me. But I still have to talk to you." His voice sounded choked, as if he was doing his best to bite back tears. I just lay there in silence, signaling him to go on. He sighed. "I love you. I was so drunk I thought that girl was you. I should've notice that there were no fireworks or explosions like usual..." My heart twisted. He- he felt the fireworks too? I felt a part of my bed sink down as he sat next to me and placed his hand gingerly on my shoulder. As wrong as it felt now, the image of him all over that slut etched in my mind, I knew his touch would always feel right. "I'm just so sorry. I hate myself right now. I love you, and now I've ruined it all..." Tears wouldn't stop coming. I wanted so badly to believe him, but I had forgiven apologies too many times.
All of a sudden, the light of the lamp blinded me as my blankets were slowly pulled back. I stared into Niall's red and puffy eyes through my blurry ones. What reason did he have to be crying? I'm the heartbroken one. Chase never cried over me... Does he really miss me? I wondered curiously. I wanted to pull the sheets back over my face and hide forever... Or at least until I was able to sort out my thoughts and feelings. Why is it so hard to tell lies from the truth? I always end up making bad decisions. I needed to crawl back under, away from his heartbreaking gaze, but his hypnotic eyes held me captive. "She's my captive." The memories of our cute little joke broke me. I shoved my face into my pillow before the sobs started shaking through my body. I heard him crying softly beside me as he started to apologize again. "This was not what I intended. Ever. I never wanted-"
"Please go away," I mumbled harshly into my pillow. He stopped talking. He leaned down and kissed my exposed head, shooting electric shocks through my body before walking out, shuddering breaths escaping his perfect lips. I remembered those lips on mine, the fireworks on the ferris wheel just about three hours before. It felt like so long ago. They made me want to rip my heart out so I wouldn't have to deal with the pain anymore. Isn't it funny how when your heart's broken, the memories that once made it impossible to stop smiling make it impossible to stop crying?
I cried myself to sleep for the second time that night, heart aching as I sighed out a breath of frustration, desperation, and a familiar lack of hope and trust. Funny how he restored exactly what he said he would change.
*Niall's P.O.V.*
"Please go away." Her words cut like knives, stabbing my heart as they informed me that she didn't want to be around me. Didn't want to see me. Didn't want to hear my voice. I walked across the hall to my room. Maybe Liam's right, I considered. Maybe I just need to give her some time. I slammed the door behind me, furious at myself and frustrated with my situation. If we could only turn back time. I cried some more, knowing the love of my life probably hated me. How could I make her cry? How could I break my promise? How could I hurt her? All I wanted was to take all of her pain away, and now I was the cause of it. I ran my fingers through my hair, wishing they were Haley's. How could I miss a girl who was just across the hall so much?
