Chapter 73
*Niall's P.O.V.*
This night is probably one of my worst. No. I take that back. It is my worst. It started out so well. Louis and Harry were standing against Modest! and winning. Well, winning until they lost, that is. Why couldn't things work out for them two? All they wanted was to love each other without having to hide. Why is that so bad?
Many of the fans absolutely loved that they are together. And the boys and I as well. We were proud of them for fighting for each other and staying strong for so long. But what happened? Management had to come and ruin it all for them. Ruin what was going well. It really hurts to see them in pain like this. It's even worse to feel it. I know what I'm feeling is nothing compared to what they are, but to hear the guy you like say that you and him could never be together hurts. A lot.
I thought that maybe he would like me back, but who was I kidding? Someone as attractive as Liam Payne could never like me. Don't get me wrong, I do believe that I'm beautiful because I've heard it from the four people I trust the most numerous of times, but there are times when I look in the mirror and think they are lying. Liam is way better looking than me... It's also the fact that HE ISN'T GAY. I didn't even know I was until I found my prince. If he is my prince... I was convinced that he was, but he most likely isn't. In addition, he has a girlfriend. Sophia. I've only met her a few times. She seems alright.
Harry doesn't really like her, which is odd. It takes a lot for Harry to dislike someone. I don't know her well at all. She isn't Danielle, that's for sure. Nobody can replace her. I thought they'd get married someday. They seemed like the perfect match. It's weird to think that now I want to take her place and be with Liam. I can't help myself. Whenever Louis and Harry wanted to have some time alone, Liam, Zayn, Will, the body guards, and I all stepped into the hall.
We could hear their soft talking from the room, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Liam whispered to Zayn and me telling us that we needed to come up with a plan to get them back together, knowing that they wouldn't be able to do it themselves. We nodded, agreeing, but didn't utter a word. Zayn pulled Liam into a tight embrace. It was quite unusual. Zayn usually isn't one to hug or cuddle. He mostly likes his own space. However, Liam hugged back, slightly shocked and grinned at me over Zayn's shoulder. Suddenly, he opened his arm for me to join.
Zayn did the same, sending a sad smile in my direction. Immediately, I ran into their arms, squeezing them tight. That's when I realized something. Management isn't only tearing apart Louis and Harry, but the band. One Direction. All of us or none of us. But here I am alone with Louis in our hotel room. Without Liam or Harry. Zayn walks in softly closing the door behind him.
"I got lonely," he states.
I smile at him a little. He returns a grin, sitting at the end of the bed that Louis and I lay on our backs next to each other on.
"Everything was going well. For once," Louis says.
I turn my head to face him. It's first time he's spoken in a while.
"It's a rare thing to know that the other person loves you as much as you them. That they are as committed to the relationship as you are. It's beautiful," he continues, tears leaving his bloodshot, blue, eyes. "I happen to have that."
He wipes his eyes, crying harder.
"Or at least used to."
Zayn stands from where he sits and lays by Louis who is curled up in a ball under the soft hotel covers. He wraps his arms around Louis' small, fragile, shaking, body. Louis leans into his chest, his fingers clinging onto the fabric of his shirt. Although everything seems to be falling apart, for the first time in a long time, Zayn and Louis are actually close together once again.
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