Stay. (A Niall Horan FanFiction)

Chapter 50

( Woah 50 chapters! Time has literally flown since I started writing this and I'm gonna be honest I wasn't expecting so many people to like it. I'm still debating on whether or not I'm making a second book/continuation of this. I guess if the next fifty chapters do well then I will. Just let me know if I should. Anyway, enjoy the chapter<3)


Niall's POV

I wasn't too surprised when Harry wasn't at the park. I knew he would be at that coffee shop. He loves it there. I've called him about 5 times now, no answer. He's probably chatting up some girl.

Soon I reach the the coffee shop. It's freezing and I hope he's already sitting somewhere in there. Just as I reach the front, there's Harry. Of course he's hugging someone. The closer I get the more familiar she looks.

Is that? No.

No.

That's my girl. Well not anymore, I guess. But still.

"What the fuck?" Is all I can say.

Why are they here? Together? What's going on?

Both of them look nervous, Harry just looks a little bit more put together than Sarah does. She's had every emotion flash across her face.

I want to walk away and just be pissed. I can't. It feels like my feet are stuck in place. My fists hurt from clenching them so hard. I don't even have to look to know my knuckles are white.

Anger takes over me again. To be honest I think it never left, but this is the last thing I expected to see.

"Niall I.." She starts.

"Save it." I put my hand up to stop her.

"Niall we were just talking." Harry adds.

"Sure you were. But hey, you're single now, go crazy! I'm sure Harry isn't the only guy who wants you." I spit.

With that, I through my hands up and leave. I can't look at them anymore.


Sarah's POV

Did he actually just say that?

Those words dug into me like knives. I thought what he said before hurt me, this was worse.

"You're single now."

All the strength I had built up was now gone. I felt my heart sink into my stomach and twist. The way he said it too. With such venom in his voice. I should've known he wasn't going to be reasonable.

"Niall wa.." I begin to run after her then I feel someone's arm tug me back. It's Harry's. I pull my arm out of his grip.

"Why did you do that? I want to talk to him!"

"Believe me, chasing after him would be the worst thing you could possibly do right now."

"Why?" I think it'd be fine. I've been meaning to say some things to him too. Who said he could be only one to be hurtful?

"He says a lot of things when he's pissed Sarah. Some of them he might not even mean, some he says just to spite."

"I don't care."

"Yes you do."

I look at him as if to say "what makes you think you know?" I've known Harry for a little while. The most I've ever talked to him was today. So really, how would he know what I would and wouldn't care about?

He laughs lightly at the look I gave him and he begins to justify himself.

"I know you want to yell at him and hurt him just as much as he's hurt you."

"Right, so why can't I?" I cross my arms over my chest.

"Go ahead! If you're so hellbent on yelling at him, by all means go! I won't stop you this time. But just know, if he says something spiteful or hurtful to you, you've got no one to blame but yourself for going after him while he's in a rage." He puts his hands up.

I contemplate what he's saying. As much as I'd hate to say he's right, he is. If anyone knows Niall, it's Harry.

"So then what do I do?"

"Give him some time."

"Time?" I scoff. "I think it's safe to say we've both had enough time to go over what's happened."

"You're right, Niall's just not like most people."

"Isn't that the truth?" I say and Harry chuckles.

"Just wait, I promise. He'll see what he's missing."

Harry's managed to calm me down a bit. I'm surprised I'm not crying. I think I've grown a bit of a thicker skin since this whole thing started.

I sigh. "I hope you're right."

"So do I." He sighs as well. "Come on, I'll walk you home."

"Ok." I smile at him.

"So now you can tell me what you were going to say to him."

"I was going to wing it." I admit.

"Thank god I stopped you then."

"Well I did have some idea of what I was going to say." I defend.

"Like what?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

Why couldn't I? I thought about this for a moment. No real harm could come out of this. As far as we were concerned, Niall hates the both of us right now. And I think Harry's on my side. That's the impression he gave me.

"If I do, are you gonna tell Niall?"

He stops in his tracks to look at me like I've just asked a dumb question. Thinking back it was kind of dumb.

"Were you not present ten minutes ago?" His lips turn up into a wide smile. I couldn't help but smile too. He had an infectious smile. And his accent.. I have to stop these thoughts because they're more trouble than they're worth.

"Ok, I'll tell you."

"Wow I feel like I'm back in elementary school about to hear some wicked gossip." He says in a mock voice. I can't help but throw back in laughter.

We calm down from laughter and he tells me go on.

"Well first I was thinking of saying that he can't get away with saying awful things to me and think it's ok."

"Typical way for a girl to start, but continue."

"Hey! If I'm going to tell you, you can't criticize me."

"Ok, I'm sorry. No more interruptions."

"Then I would say that I was sorry for not making it to the party, but I owed it to myself to get answers from Justin. He kissed me and I pushed him off."

I pause to think of more. It's hard to think of what I would say when I don't have him fighting back.

"And now I'm at a loss for words."

"I bet you'd have more to say if he was fighting back."

"Mhmm."

It's silent for a few moments, until I break it.

"Would you happen to know why he hasn't texted me or called me?"

"He broke his phone."

"How?" I gasp.

"He threw it against the wall I think. It doesn't break like that if you drop it."

I feel sick. I thought he was just ignoring me.

"Why did he throw it?"

"He got angry I suppose. When guys get angry they'll throw things, hit things, break things. It's just what we do."

Wow. I thought Niall wasn't as hurt as I was seeing as he's the one who walked out.

"I suddenly feel really bad for what happened earlier."

"Why? You did nothing wrong. It was harmless."

"Yeah, but Niall didn't see it that way."

"Sarah, even if you guys were still together he would've been pissed."

I open my mouth to speak but he answers the question I was going to ask.

"Guys get jealous too."


I wish we had more time to talk as we approach my building. This talk has really helped me. Although it did have some negative aspects to it. It was helpful. I'm glad I have Harry now to help with all this.


Niall's POV

I can't believe them. Harry, of all people. I would've thought maybe Louis or Liam would've done something but him? I don't care that it was just a hug. His hands should not have been on her. He shouldn't even have been near her.

I wonder what they were talking about though. Why does he get to be her rock? Why can't her brother or dad be the guy she turns to? Or me.

Who am I kidding? I've lost the right to be that for her over a week ago when I walked out.

Dammit.

But who does Harry think he is? Does he like her? Was he always waiting for this opportunity?

Harry could get any girl he wants, why does he have to go for Sarah? She's mine. I don't care if we broke up. I still love her. I know I haven't shown it recently, but I do.

I know she still loves me too. She has too. You don't lose feelings for someone in a week. Right?


Once I got home, I took a shower and checked my voice mails. The people who are fixing my phone called to say its finally fixed. Fucking took them long enough. If I leave now I can pick it up.


When I got it, my battery was dead. Did I forget to turn it off before I gave it to them? I plugged it in to the charger and saw I had a missed call.

Sarah?

She called me. Why? Well I think I know why. She wanted to talk to me? I thought she hated me. I would if I were her. But what if it was a butt dial? Those things happen all the time. Some how I get the feeling this wasn't a butt dial.

She tried to reach out to me and talk to me, but because I broke my phone, she must have thought I was ignoring her and went to Harry for comfort. I suddenly feel stupid for throwing my phone of all things.

"Fuck." I curse. This could've been fixed. At least I think it would've.

One thing I really want to know is, how Harry and Sarah even met up anyway. I don't remember passing any of their numbers along.


Sarah's POV

After Harry walked me home, I thanked him for everything and invited him in. He said he had homework to do so he would text or call me later so we could finish our conversation.

I keep flip flopping my moods. One second I'm happy because I have Harry as a friend, then I remember how because of Harry, I think I lost Niall. Officially.

That small sliver of hope I had, left with Niall earlier today. Somehow though, I keep thinking maybe he'll call or text me. Or maybe I should try calling him again.

Before I can be sure of my choice I've dialled his number.

Voicemail again. Maybe it's still getting fixed.


Niall's POV

I put my phone down, only to see it light up. Who's calling me now?

My heart stops when I see Sarah's name on the screen.

I don't know what to do. It keeps ringing and I need to come up with a decision quick. Do I answer? What if she's just going to yell at me? If I don't answer than what if this is the last chance I have to talk to her?

The screen alerts me that I have a missed call.

Great. Fucking great. I missed it. I should've just answered the fucking phone dammit.


(So I have the character list set up finally. The boys (Niall, Harry, louis, Liam, and Zayn) are obviously played by themselves. For Sarah, I was thinking Rachel Bilson (shout out to my best friend for helping me with that one ilysm). And for Avery I've chosen Diana Agron. I still have some other characters I have to find people for. But until then, that's all I have. Thanks so much for reading guys I love all of you so much<3 xxxx)