Unsaid (Niall Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

NIALL'S POV

  Harry went after Phoebe, I wish I could hold her in my arms like Harry was doing right now. Or talk to her, without being fighting all the time. 

  We've been friends since pre-school. I mean, we were friends since pre-school. I don't think we're friends now. The situation is actually pretty confusing, but since she doesn'te speak to me, I assume our friendship is over. 

  My eyes crossed hers, she immediately looked away. I don't know how much I can handle this, she hasn't been the same since summer. I can't tell if I liked the old, conservative, sweet and soft Phoebe or the new Phoebe, angry, sarcastic, incredibly sexy and provocative. Somehow there's something behind the new her that fascinates me, I want to know her again. And again. And everytime I think I know her, I want to remind myself to get to know her again. 

 Of course I would if she wasn't hurt, if I hadn't hurt her the way I did. 

  " Harry. I'm waiting." They were hugging for too long. He said goodbye to her and I couldn't help wanting to beat the crap out of him for hugging her once more. 

 We got to the parking lot and it's freezing. I find myself thinking about how cold Phoebe must be with those shorts. 

Oh, those shorts.

 "Dude" , Harry pretty much screams at me. " What's wrong with you? You're acting fucking weird today." 

 " Whatever." 

 "You're high." He laughs at me.

 " Stop being a dickhead and give me a cigarette ." I look outside the window after raising the music volume. There's nothing like listening to Nirvana really loud. Harry is driving and we soon get to Louis' house. I don't really like doing this, I don't know how Harry managed to get me in this shit. But now I can't get out.

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"Phoebe, c'mon we're late. My mom's coming for dinner tonight and I need to get things done, so hurry up please. You know I haven't seen her since college started." Grace insists and I walk out of the store without even trying on the creepers I was looking at. I give in because I know how much her and her mom get along and how much she misses her. A ache runs trough my chest when some horrible thoughts cross my mind . 

They're dead Phoebe. Get over it. Pain is temporary. 

I speak to myself as I look away from Grace. My parent's death won't come out of my head. If only I had died too. It has already been five months but I still think about it everyday. The pain is just too real, too palbable. It's all his fault. 

I clean my left eye as a lonely tear rolls in my face and I take a cigarette from my purse.