I Know It's You (One Direction: Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 18

Niall's POV

The sun is already shining bright when I woke up. The rays seeping through the blinds.

I try to stir but I can't. A girl's body lying beside me. Her head rested against my chest, raising up and down to the beat of my heart. When I look at her face, her cheeks puffy and stained by tears. Her hair is everywhere, but still beautiful.

I tilted my head to see her face clearly. I knew this girl.

I reposition my right arm because, heck it is aching. She started stirring. Oh great, I wake her up.       "Good morning, Niall. You okay now?"

"Yeah, I am. My arm aches though", my voice hoarse, raspy somehow.

She stood up abruptly, making me cold and hollow inside. I want to hold her again. Hug her and all that.

The thing is, I can't

" So-sorry", she smile sheepishly.

We both sat on the bed and stare at the wall across us. I sigh and look at her instead.

"Sleep again. It's still early, I'll wake you when we're going to eat", it escaped my mouth like a whisper.

She just nod and rest her head on my shoulder. When she's about to close her eyes, the door swung open. The lads bombarding our little moment. Great!

" Ssshhh!", I shot them each a glare.

Their happy demeanour was placed by a blank one, besides Louis. His blue eyes are dark, pain and sadness prominent in it. It became worse when Julie cling  her arm on my waist.

But instead of doing something, he just walked out like nothing happen. His TOMs squeaking on the tiled floor.

Louis' POV

My eyes flutter open when Harry shifted his position. I've never expect to sleep here at the cafeteria. Zayn's pretty well, asleep. His quiff hair is now down, making a fringe across his forehead.

I stood up a stretch my frigid muscles. Sleeping on chair is a bad idea then.

The sun already shining bright, casting shadows in the hallway.

Julie...

Shit, I forgot. Her cousin said she should be at home before eleven. I'm gonna be dead.

And speaking of her, where is she? The last time I saw her is when she climbed in the ambulance to help Niall.

Maybe we should go there and see what's his condition.

I called Liam and wake Zayn and Harry up.

We first went to the lobby counter, 'cause we're not that smart to even ask for Niall's room.

"Niall..Horan", she said, almost too loud, while typing his name. I'm just worried if someone heard her. News is flying; it'll be everywhere within a minute.

"Room 519, sir", she added, looking at us with a great smile on her face.

" Thank you", I uttered a smile in response.

We now head to the lift. When entered the lift in complete silence. The only noise we're hearing is the head of Harry banging slightly on the wall of the lift. What a sleepyhead.

We finally reached the said floor and walk briskly. Come on we still need to be cautious about our security.

515...516...517...518...519

Zayn opened the door. We all pile inside shouting nonsense words in the air.

"Sssshhhh", Niall glared all of us. When I go next to Liam, my heart sunk. But I shouldn't be. It's just Julie lying...lying with Niall. Range of thoughts pestered my mind like insects do to a trash.

I know he has injury, and he needs someone to help him. But why Julie? I want to get her there and hug her tight and say that she's mine. But no, I can't do it. Not in front of them.

Specially him, it'll just worsen his condition.

I couldn't stand this anymore. I want to stay but I can't. I turn my heels and walk outside the room. The lads call my name but I ignore them.

I need to go somewhere. I need to wash this thoughts away from me, even for awhile.

I shouldn't let this happen.

Zayn's POV

It's morning already but we haven't heard a word about Niall. I fumble my phone on my side pocket.

The screen lights brightly that makes my eye shut. As my vision adjust to the brightness, I unlock it and click the message app.

No texts or calls from her. Since that picture of mine and a random fan appeared on the internet, our relationship is on the line.

I really love Perrie, I do. But she wouldn't let me explain.

And last Friday, when she sang and broke down, my heart is crashed into teeny tiny pieces. Her walls that she built for so long came crumbling down in just a blink of an eye. She's so vulnerable that moment. I couldn't do anything.

I want to envelop her in my arms and tell her that everything will be okay. That we will get trough this together.

Later that night I heard her talking to someone. I can't quite point my finger on that.

"You should sleep now", the unfamiliar voice said.

She enter our shared room slurred walking. She plopped down the bed and cover her petite body.

I crawl my hand on her waist, expecting her to hug me back. But she stir instead, away from me. My hand left lying there.

I turn around and hug the pillow tight. I want to scream, to shatter every vase from this very room.

I clench my fist, together with my teeth in agony. But the churning only worsen. I got up and sit on the edge of the bed.

I went downstairs and get a beer in the fridge. I think one will do, at least.

When I finished the first one, all is still the same. I'm still sober so I get another, and another, and another.

I went back to our room half-wasted. I lie, finally on my bed peacefully.

I love you Perrie...

I'm really sorry I wasn't able to update this past few weeks. My school just got started and I'm trying to cope up with my schedule. But next time it will be back to normal.

Enjoy this chappie!

Love,
K