It Matters To Me {Narry AU}

Chapter VI

Harry's POV

"But I still love you."

The words slowly slipped out of my mouth as tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. I blinked feeling the water come out of my eyelash.

I couldn't move, it's like I was glued to the floor. My cold silver iPhone in my hand, replaying the voicemail over and over. I finally stopped it.

How can I love someone so much, just to have them hate me so much. I've made a horrible mistake, I know. Out of all the mistakes I've made, this one is the worst one.

But wait. I know Niall's address. Maybe I can visit him and just talk it over. I started to feel some hope, as I could finally move again, although my legs were wobbly, I slowly stood up, slowly shuffled over to the countertop and grabbed my car keys.

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I arrived to his house. It didn't look very expensive, but I'm not complaining.

I walked up to the front door and left my car parked on the side of the street. I rang the doorbell once. And heard the chime in the house. I heard footsteps. I started getting extremely nervous.

A brunette man, he looked about 5'8 or 5'9, opened the door. He had piercing blue eyes and some tattoos on his forearms, he was wearing a black shirt, with black skinny jeans. His hair was in a fringe style, and he had some facial hair.

"Harry Styles?" He asked in a Yorkshire accent.
"What are you doing here?" "I came to talk to Niall." "Niall is at work." Oh shit I just remembered that. "You can come in." He offered as I stepped into the cold house. "Thank you." "Sure." He said.

"I'm Louis, Niall's roommate." He held out his hand. "I'm Harry." I said as I shook his small hand. "I know." He said grinning, I chuckled a little. He seemed like a very friendly guy.

"Can I offer you some tea?" He asked. "Um...sure." He nodded as we headed over to the kitchen. He took out his kettle and put some water in it as he set it on the stove.

"So do you know about-" Louis cut me off, "Yes I do." He suddenly frowned. "I didn't mean too." I started as tears started to form in my eyes, "I was being stupid. I didn't think. I should've just bought him a drink or given him my number at the bar." I started to cry a little, but I wiped away the tears.

Louis looked at me, he put his hand on my shoulder. "Does Niall know you didn't mean to?" "Yes, he does, but he doesn't care. He doesn't want me in his life at all." I looked into his blue eyes. "I'm in love with Niall, Louis."

"Y-you are?" "Yeah, and I'll do whatever to make him love me...or at least be friends with me." At this point I was sobbing. I couldn't help it.

The tea kettle started making noise, so Louis walked over to it with two mugs, and powered the water into the mugs.

He handed me a mug. I took a sip and started again, "Why does Niall want me dead?"

"Harry..." Louis started. "Yeah?"

"Niall does like you. He just is so full of anger and stress, that, those emotions are taking over his love for you. You've got to make it so he isn't mad at you any more, then...he'll like you."

"Really?" "Really."

"How do I make him not mad anymore?" "I don't know. Something extreme."

He took a sip of his tea. "What if I made him jealous?"