Make Me Break (n.h. + h.s.)(Punk!Niall)

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

"So Harry's back? Is that what I'm hearing?" Zayn asked, looking at me like I'd lost my mind. This just made me sigh, being since I'd probably told him four times now. 

"Yes. He's back."

"Are you sure you didn't just... Imagine it?"

"No! He was fucking there Zayn. Look!" I held up my hand, the bruised knuckles still visible even though it had been over four days since I'd last seen Harry. 

"How do I know you just didn't get in another fight, I mean c'mon Niall..."

"Why won't you fucking believe me?!" 

"Remember when Harry first left? All you did was talk about how he was back... "

"He really is back Zayn... Even ask Liam if you don't believe me." 

"Why would he come back Niall? It's not like you're gonna take him back with a simple, "I'm sorry"."

"I don't know Zayn... I heard him talking to Liam the other day, and he did say he was gonna get me back. He thinks it's his fault I'm like this..."

"It is isn't it?"

"No, it wasn't. It's my fault I'm like this. It's my fault that he left in the first place Zayn."

"You really believe that?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" 

"He was an idiot for leaving you. You're not perfect Niall sure, but who is? It's completely impossible to be. It wasn't your fault he left you, it was his choice, and by doing so he caused you to be like this." It fell silent, and I refused to really look at Zayn. My attention instead focused on my straw that stuck out of my coffee. 

"You know what I find funny out of all this?" I said after a few moments.

"What?"

"The fact that the only person who can fix me, is the one who broke me in the first place."

"I'm sure there's someone out there... What about that blondie... what's her name? Gertrude?"

"Grace."

"Yeah! Her."

"I don't know Zayn. She seems like a nice girl and all, but I've only really talked to her when I'm drunk off my ass. She deserves better than me."

"Or maybe you guys you deserve each other. Give her a shot."

"I'll think about it, but for now... Are you ever going to tell Liam?"

"Way to change the subject... and no I wasn't planning on it anytime soon. Why?"

"Cause if Harry's back... That means Louis isn't too far behind." I grabbed my coffee cup, standing up from the small table. I threw it in the garbage, and glanced back at Zayn who still looked confused.

"Who's Louis?" 

"Why don't you ask Liam." And I left, ignoring his calls for me as I did so. I walked out into the busy streets of London, putting my hands into my pockets as the chill of November creeped upon me. I was quick to walk home, not really wanting to look around due to the cold. As I opened the door to the apartment, the sound of crying filled my ears. 

I was cautious to enter my home, but soon the sound was just the familiar sobs of Liam.

That's when I knew something wasn't right, but the further I walked into the apartment, the more I realized that something bad happened.

Lamps were on the ground...

The couch completely torn apart.

The sound of glass crunching beneath my feet...

When I entered the kitchen, Liam was sitting in the middle of it. His head in his hands, glass surrounding him. 

"Liam?" I said cautiously, my hands tentatively reaching out to touch him. He flinched before my fingers even brushed his skin. 

"Liam... What happened?" I didn't get any words in response, instead all I got was the shaking of Liam's head, and the sound of his crying increasing. I reached out to touch him once more, but he still flinched away from me. 

"Did you do this Liam?" He shook his head, but sobs still escaped his lips rather than words.

"Did someone break into the apartment?" Once again a shake of the head. This continued for quite sometime, and it seemed the further we got, the more Liam would cry. I knew that if he didn't calm down soon, he'd probably end up hyperventalting.

So I did what I should've done the second I'd seen him crying.

I called Zayn.

He was quick to the apartment, probably breaking a few traffic laws. If there was one person I could count on to keep Liam safe, it was Zayn.

And for that I was grateful, cause someday, I'm not gonna be here to make sure he's okay... and when that day comes Zayn will be there. 

I stood to the side, and watched with curious eyes as Zayn rushed to Liam's side. Liam didn't flinch when Zayn went to touch him, instead he curled up in his arms, holding him close. 

Even if Zayn didn't know it... Liam loved him just as much as Zayn did.

"You're okay now Liam... I've got you." Zayn said, holding Liam impossibly close, rubbing his back as he cried. 

"H-He.." Liam finally spoke, well at least tried to before breaking into sobs again. That's when it clicked in my head who had been here, or at least who I believed had been here.

"Did Louis come back Liam?" Liam nodded, and Zayn looked just as confused as before.

"Who's Louis?"

"H-He wa-was m-my bo-boyfriend." 

"More like the devil in disguise." 

"N-Niall... H-He h-had his re-reasons."

"Yeah? Well I have my reasons too... Reasons to beat the living hell out of him."

"I'm so confused as to what the fuck is going on..."

"Louis abused Liam. Simple as that."

If it really was that simple...

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I'm really sorry that I haven't updated the past couple days. I've been really stressed out and kinda down lately.

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