If I'm Louder - Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 45 - The 90s

I pull myself from Niall.

I haven't talked to Zayn in a week. I haven't even looked at him. I was mad. Niall told me that I should be, that Zayn had no right to say that to me.

It still hurt though.

Was I really the reason they died? Did they want to get away from me?

Nah, they didn't. They loved me.

"Where are you going, love?" He mumbles tiredly. Afterall, it is like.... 12:30am.

"To get a drink of water." I plant a kiss to his forehead.

His eyes remained closed, but he smiled. He cuddled up to the pillow.

I grin, chuckling as I walk away. He's my big baby.

My feet carried me to the kitchen where I grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and fill it with tap water.

"Couldn't sleep?" I hear a deep, male voice ask.

I jump. I turn to see my cousin sitting there. I huff, giving him a short glare and look away. Looking down at the countertop. My glass now sat on the granite. My hands placed firmly on the cold stone.

"Kay, please talk to me." He groans, standing up. I hear him push his chair in.

Tears brim in my eyes as I remember all the cruel things he said to me. I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Hey,... I took your phone to the apple store. I got them to transfer all of your stuff to an iPhone 5." He sat the phone down on the countertop in front of me.

I had an iPhone 4 last time.

This one was better. It already had a case on it. A zebra print case. He knew I loved zebra print.

Yet, I didn't care.

I push the phone aside.

"Please, talk to me, KareBea-"

I cut him off. My eyes snap up to him as I spat "Don't call me that!" while scowling.

He sighs and ruffles up his hair.

"Please just talk to me." He pleads.

"I don't understand this. Why? Why would you say that to me?" I huff.

"I don't know-"

"YOU DAMN WELL KNOW WHY, ZAYN JAVAAD MALIK!" I screech.

He winces. "I was mad. I don't know what came over me. Okay?" He defends.

"Whatever, Zayn. I'm going to bed." I pick up the glass of water and walk away. Down the hall.

***

"C'mon lads. We have one more concert before the official end of tour!" Paul shouts through the house.

Break didn't officially start yet. The boys had one more concert then an interview.

Then we were home free for the summer. Four whole months.

After tomorrow I'm suppose to have a sleepover with the girls.

I unwrap myself from Niall. He snuck into my room last night and said he needed a cuddle buddy. Who am I to have said no?

"Niall, wake up." I shake his shoulder. He cuddled further into the pillow. My pillow.

He gets too clingy at night. He'll fall asleep and keep pulling you closer and closer until you breathed the oxygen he exhaled. He doesn't even know he's doing it either.