✓ bromance one shots ✎ major editing ✐

✎ sad serenade ☞ narry

Warnings
☞ trigger warning
☞ strong language

HARRY'S POV

I think what wounded me the most was the fact that he so easily and seemingly carelessly packed his bags and left without sparing a glance back at me- at everything we had together. It pierced painfully and lastingly at my heart, while Niall flashed crinkly smiles to the cameras and sported ecstatically flushed cheeks after his performances, effortlessly.

~Flashback~

"I love you, Ni." I giggled as I cuddled up to Niall.

Happier times flash through my mind

"I love you too, Haz."

These words were such a lovely lullaby.

"Promise me we will always be together." I pleaded slightly as I looked up to meet his azure eyes.

Stupidly foolish.

I won't regret what I won't forget

"I promise you Harry that I'll call you mine, give you my heart and hold you close infinitely." Niall said as he sealed our promise with a sweetly passionate kiss.

Lies. Lies. Lies.

A sad sad serenade for every broken heart tonight

~Flashback Over~

He promised me infinity, but he broke that, and I couldn't help but fall apart. Just like how our relationship did.

He has told me time and time before that nothing would come between us, nothing would tear us apart. It is kind of ironic how he himself came to be that something.

Fame.

Such a stupid label. Niall is famous now . . . and I'm not. This is why Niall deemed me worthless of his precious time; why he broke up with me. Everything I was to him seemed to have faded into nothing. I became nothing to Niall, insignificant.

How fucking unfortunate.

So much for wanting me to become a Horan eh? How could everything just . . . dissipate?

I guess we were nothing but a fucking lie.

I have come to terms with the situation though. I just was not enough of a reason for Niall to reveal his sexuality and announce our relationship for the world to see and criticize. Our love wasn't worth blowing his inchoate career; I wasn't worth it.

My world fell apart through a phone call. I always shook my head in disapproval and slight disbelief whenever I saw anyone breaking someone's heart via a piece of metal, and since life has a funny way of dealing its cards, that is exactly what happened to me.

Niall's words, devoid of empathy, were pounding throughout my skull forcefully, like their next mission was to crack an opening across my brain and set themselves free, but my all too broken heart would not allow them.

I needed to feel, may it be entirely pain.

The Phone Call