Addiction ~ A Niall Horan Fan-fiction

Chapter 19 (Part Two): Oh Izzy.

The alarm buzzed around the inaudible room, waiting to be hushed. I heard the shifting of the bed next to me and stared blankly towards it, waiting for the zombie-like figure to appear sleepily. The alarm continued to screech.

The hotel door whooshed open slightly and in came Liam.

“I can hear that fucking alarm next door, shut it up will you.” Liam sighed.

I popped up out of the bed without a word and moved towards the lifeless bed.

“Niall… Get up…” I said as I nudged him with my arm.

I wasn’t very comfortable with this as I was still annoyed with him from last night.

He shrugged about in the bed and tiredly grabbed my body with a force. He began dragging me down towards him and tumbled us both to the opposite side of the bed.

“Niall!” I screeched at him. We were now facing each other.

His eyes abruptly opened with a frightful terror in his eyes.

“Shit, sorry!” He shouted, as he jumped away from me.

I could hear Liam in the background laughing his head off. I knew he didn’t know anything about the altercation that had happened last night and it showed.

“I didn’t realise who you were.” He uttered.

Yeah, I knew exactly who he thought I was, anger immediately rising in me.

“C’mon, we need to go rehearse.” Liam shouted. After that he quickly left the room through the door connecting both our rooms.

Niall had his legs slung over the bed with his eyes drawn downwards.

“Y’ano you don’t need to come today. Ask Paul to go shopping or su’thin.”

“No. I’d like to come, thank you very much.” I spat. I wasn’t having him tell me what to do.

I grabbed a shirt and others bits and proceeded into the bathroom to take a shower, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

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After I left the shower the room was completely empty. I couldn’t help but feel empty myself. I decided to go sit on the bed as I picked myself up.

 What was I really doing here? Was I trying to get some boy to fall for me? Or was I here out of moral support? Was it really for my own selfish needs?

Tears began to trickle down my cheek. I swiped away at them, hoping they would stop. What if what Niall had said last night was true? What if I really was the selfish one feeling sorry for myself?

I heard a small tap on the door between the two hotel rooms.

“Can I come in?” A low husky voice asked.

I didn’t bother to reply, in some sort of hope that they might just go away and leave me alone. Sadly, that wasn’t the case and in came a worried looking Harry.

As soon as he saw that I was crying he rushed to my side and grabbed me into his arms.

“Oh Izzy.” He soothed.

I pushed my head further into his warm chest and let my tears drip onto his t-shirt.

“What happened last night?” He asked as he rubbed his hand down my wet back from my dripping hair.

“We had an argument. He told me to stop feeling sorry for myself… but he said sorry and I forgive him. I just... I… feel so rubbish. What am I doing, Harry? I shouldn’t be here… I should…” I sighed.

“Shh… It’s okay Izzy. You have four other friends or three, I’m not sure, and we’re all here for you.” He stifled a laugh.

“Hey!” I smacked his shoulder with my good arm as I laughed through the tears, “I don’t even know what happened with that…”

“I can tell you exactly what happened and I wasn’t even there for it all!”

We both burst into laughter, I began to realise how random last night had even been. I’d never even thought of Zayn in that way and all of sudden we were all over each other. It was strange.

Harry entwined his fingers and dragged me off the bed and towards the door.

“C’mon yah can watch me and the lads having a blast, yeah.”

I nodded and continued to let him drag me downstairs to get in the mini-bus.