Chapter Six
"Hi Niall." He offered me a small smile.
Now, what happened next in my defense... It was what any rational drunk person would do when they've seen their ex.
I hit him.
And I hit him pretty damn hard, or at least I thought I did.
"Niall!" Liam yelled at me, reaching his hand out to grab me, but I was quick to move out of the way.
"Don't fucking touch me." I said, glaring at Liam. Harry moved his jaw, an audible crack sounding through the night.
"Damn Ni, you really can pack a punch." Harry said, spitting out a little blood.
"Yeah, I've been waiting a long time to do that." My hand was now starting to throb, and I couldn't help but wonder if I'd hurt myself more than him. I glanced down at my hand, and my stomach lurched at the sight of the blood that was seeping through my knuckles.
And like every other drunk person out there...
I puked... and passed out.
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I woke the next morning in my own bed, and a headache the size of fucking Britain.
However, I found I wasn't alone.
This shocked me, due to the fact I never brought girls to my house, nor guys for that matter. Nervously, I glanced over at who it was.
"Why the fucking hell are you in my bed?!" I screamed, pushing the figure out of it. They hit the floor with a thud, and a curse of pain.
"Ow." Harry said, and he looked up at me with a slight glare. I only raised my eyebrows, folding my arms as I expected an answer.
"You wouldn't let me leave! You kept holding onto me and begged me not to go."
"I did no such thing. Why the fuck would I want you to stay?"
"Look Ni-"
"Why'd you leave in the first place?!"
"Niall, I understand what I did wasn't right, bu-"
"You fucking think?! Dammit Harry all you left me was a fucking sticky note! Do you have any idea how fucking messed up that is?!"
"I know..."
"Then why?"
"I can't tell you... You'll hate me for it."
"I can't hate you more than I already do Harry. Stop being a fucking coward."
"I'm not a coward."
"If you weren't a coward Harry, you wouldn't have left in the first place." It fell silent, and I was trying my hardest not to cry.
Crying is a sign of weakness.
So, me being me, I changed the subject.
"What happened to your face?" I whispered, my eyes now locked on the growing purple bruise on his left cheek.
"You happened. Where the fuck did you learn to punch like that Niall?"
"Bar fights." I answered, shrugging as if it was no big deal. However to Harry it must've been.
"Why the fuck are you getting in bar fights?! And what was with Liam talking about you being drunk again?! How often?"
"Every night since you've been gone." I whispered, refusing to look at him now. In a way I wanted him to feel guilty for the pain he caused me, but in my mind I knew the only person to blame was myself.
It was my fault that I wasn't good enough.
"Nia-"
"If you're gonna say you're sorry Harry, fucking save it. I don't want your fucking apology. I'd like you to get out of my room." Harry only simply nodded, climbing up from the floor. I watched him, fighting back the few tears that were now threatening to escape.
I wouldn't let him see me cry.
"I'm sorry Niall."
"It's not your fault... It never was." I whispered, but I don't think he heard me as he closed the door.
It was then when I finally let myself cry, but not a whole lot. I wasn't one for tears...
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Eventually I got over my pity party, and left my room. I didn't go into the kitchen, instead I lurked in the hallways, listening to my best friend talk to my ex.
"It's my fault he's like this isn't it?" I heard Harry ask.
"I wouldn't say it's completely your fault Harry, but yeah.. It really is. You're gonna have to tell him Harry..."
"I don't need him hating me more than he already does."
"The longer you take to tell him... The more he'll hate you for it later."
"I'll tell him soon, but right now I need to get him back... I need my Niall back."
"You're gonna have one hell of a time with it..."
"I know... I better get going. You have my number if you need to call me..." The sound of the chair moving alerted me that my cover was about to be blown. I moved out of the way, making it seem as if I was just barely walking out of my room. Harry stood near the spot I had just occupied, his eyes holding sadness, and something else I couldn't quite understand.
But if I wasn't mistaken... Maybe it was a glimmer of hope.
Hope for what though?
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