My fault - His fault

Dreams

"L- Louis, why are you here?" A confused and scared Niall asks, "I- If it's to call me a murderer, my mam already beat you to the punch line,"

"God, no!" Louis exclaims, "I would never do that, I wanted to see you,"

There's an awkward pause, neither really no knowing what to say. Finally Louis breaks it, "Aren't ya going to sit down?" he asked

Niall, who had been standing with his eyes fixed on Louis, in some form of shock, came out of his trance, "Oh, Yeah,"

Niall moved to the chair on his side and sat down.

"Are... are Liam and Zayn with you?" Niall asked, still staring at Louis as if the minute Niall looked away Louis would be gone.

"No, but they uh send there regrets," Louis replied uncomfortably. He tried not to focus all his attention on Niall, but he was shocked, Niall was not supposed to be this thin. Niall seemed severely ill.

"They didn't want to come did they? They hate me," Niall tried to hold back the tears

"No, Niall. I'm sure it's not that. They're just busy or something. They would never hate you," Louis exclaimed, trying to make Niall feel better,

"They do! It's cause I killed H- Harry isn't it? And your here to tell me you hate me too!"

"Niall you didn't kill him. Liam and Zayn love you okay? I love you to. We could never hate you! Your our baby Nandos!"

Niall smiled, and it was that smile that convince Louis that this far-to-skinny, bruised, and broken boy in front of him, was definitely Niall. Sure, the smile wasn't as happy as it used to be, but it was a smile nonetheless.

"Thanks, Lou. I know your trying to make me feel better,"

Louis smiled, but it quickly faded, "We do love you,"

"No you don't... why should you? I wouldn't if I were you," Niall replied, a single tear rolled down his cheek,

"Then it's a good thing you're not me," Louis joked,

"Do they know your here?"

"They're at a meeting with management,"

"So... that's a no,"

"Yes, it's a no,"

"They didn't want you to come did," Niall stated

"Since when could you read minds?" Louis teased

Niall grinned slightly, "Since I have nothing better to do. So what happened? And please don't lie, your the closest thing I got to normal here,"

Louis pause for a moment, "We got back two days ago and the second thing I wanted to do was go and see you. Liam kept saying no, just hinting that I shouldn't go visit you, I got sick of it and we had a heated argument, so I pranked called Liam saying management wanted to have a meeting with them to discus their future,"

Niall sat silently, processing what Louis just said.

My best friend, very best friend and my own mam hate me. I can't say I blame them, but if there was ever a time I needed one of them, just one... Stop! Stop thinking about yourself, you killed Harry, you deserve this. Everyone should hate you. Everyone has the right to hate you.

"You okay?" Louis asked

"What? Oh yeah I'm fine,"

Louis took a deep breath, "Can I ask you for a favour?"

"Uh, not much I can do from here,"

"I need you to tell me about that night,"

"Didn't Liam and Zayn tell you when you woke up?"