Dark side of light

19.Runway boy and Mr.Sunshine

"Zayn do something!" I heard Harry yell when my consciousness decided to finally let me go back from the dead.

"Harry I'm doing my best mate! I don't know what else to do to make her wake up! I just don't know anymore!" Zayn defended himself. "God Harry! I told you to fucking keep her away from him and you basically did the other and pushed her right into his arms!"

"You think I fucking knew?! How would I know he has been her 'so called friend' for a while?!"

"Harry?" I asked weakly. My body felt as if you put a heavy stone on my chest and tried to squish me with it. When I opened my swollen eyes I saw his worried expression. It was the first thing that caught my eyes. I also noticed the bags under his eyes, which meant he didn't sleep much. Of course because of me and my naiveness. How could I've believed that a stranger would be so thrilled to become friends right at the spot. And it all make sense now. Gabriel saving me, because he just "happened" to be around, him asking me if Harry mentioned anything about himself and his past. I am a one stupid girl. He just wanted to gain my trust.

"How do you feel?" He asked and put his cold hand on my forehead. I hissed and he pulled it away immediately. "Sorry. I know. Cold."

"No! Keep it there. Please" it was actually very calming. My gaze travelled behind him and landed on his bronzey friend. Zayn, who looked as if he just got off the runway. He had black skinny jeans that clung to his legs, however not in a suffocating way like it looks on Harry. He wore a white t-shirt from under which I could make out the shapes of his many tattoos. He really was beautiful just standing there. I know it's not a term to use referring to boys, but I couldn't find a better way to describe him.

"He is quite a show, ain't he?" Someone I've never heard before spoke. It sounded funny. He sounded funny. Words just rolled of his tongue, curling the ends of every word slightly. The guy pushed himself away from the wall he was leaning against and walked over to the three of us. Just now it finally caught up with my brain where we were. I would recognise this huge, fluffy bed everywhere. It's Harry's room. The smell of this interior is unmistakeable. At least for me. When the "funny" guy walked all the way to us he stopped right behind Zayn and planted a soft kiss to the back of his neck, making Zayn shiver visibly.

My jaw could as well be safe and sound on the floor. I didn't expect this coming. "I'm Niall by the way" he smiled warmly at me.

"Ella" I said hoarsely.

Niall. I've heard your name somewhere.... Oh! That's right. When I was listening carefully to Harry's and Zayn's conversation in the alley, Zayn mentioned Niall and says he would never let anything happen to him. I can understand now that he wants to protect his boyfriend.

Niall seemed like the type of boy everyone loves for being the dorky self. He had blonde hair with a thin layer of brown peaking from the roots. He was wearing blue shirt and black jeans as well as Harry and Zayn, however I couldn't find a single tattoo on his body. Him and Zayn seemed like the exact opposite of one another. Niall's smile was contagious and I'm not kidding now. He could make the world stop its wars just by showing his pearly white teeth I'm sure. Anyone would have fallen for that smile so I'm not surprised Zayn has.

"Ella say something" Harry spoke up. I was so occupied with creating a mental detailed drawing of the two other boys that I forgot about Harry. I looked into his eyes and than remembered something.

"You're a killer" I said way too coldly. Harry's eyes fixed on the floor. He looked as if I just smacked him across his face with the brutality of the word.

"Go ahead. Say it" he barked, his previous emotion replaced with anger.

"Say what?" I asked confused.

"Say that I'm nothing more than a murderer and a trash that you want to have nothing to do with! Say that you want me to leave and never come back!!" His shoulders were moving up and down quickly, matching his heavy breaths. "Say it! Just fucking do it" he shook my shoulders harshly, making me scream in pain.

"Niall get him away from her! Get him downstairs to cool of" Zayn said quickly and Niall nodded than grabed Harry and dragged him downstairs.

"Ella?" Zayn asked carefully. My head snapped up and tears just flew down without my permission. "Oh Ella. He's just....he's used to the rejection. He has got it every time he told someone close to him what he actually did for a living. Every time it was the same pattern. He would open up to a girl, she would scream and leave." He took a moment to watch my face."but you are different. You aren't like them. You are understanding. You don't pity him.

You just understand, and for that I'm thankful, because Harry needs someone in his life who can put up with the mess he creates around himself. He's needed someone like you for so long. He was just so miserable" he finished and rubbed his face with his hands. Do I want to step into this 'river'? I can never know where the 'river' will take me. There is no certainty coming with this.

"Can you...please not leave him?" He asked pleadingly.

"It's not like we are together" I finally said, my voice sounding strong now, despite the pain in every muscle of mine.

"I know that. I just want you to be his friend. Or more if you want to. Be whoever you wish to be for him, but I beg you not to turn your back on him."

I don't know who I am to Harry. He took me on a date, than this fierce kiss in my hall and him spending the night.... It is confusing.

"I won't leave him. That's for sure, because just yesterday I was the one asking him to stay in my life." Zayn nodded his head. He was about to say something, but the loud sound of crushing plates could be heard. "It's Harry isn't it?" I asked, without really needing any sort of confirmation. Zayn nodded his head. "Could you maybe help me to stand up? I need to talk to Harry. And I want to do this downstairs"

"Of course. Are you sure you can walk? I could just carry you downstairs" he asked with a serious expression.

"I'll be fine" I quickly said and as it was said he helped me to stand up. It didn't feel as bad as I thought it would, however I did feel a little wobbly. "Let's go than". We exited the room and made our way downstairs.

"Fuck it! Fuck everything!" Harry's angry voice echoed from the tall walls of his insanely large living room. Just as we stepped into the interior a glass flew right above Zayn's head and smashed against the wall. Niall just stood there by the piano, letting Harry's fury to be let loose. When Harry took notice of us he strode over to us. "Are you still here to taunt me?!" He boomed at me. That's it.

"Shut up." I said. All three of them seemed at a loss for words.

"What did you..." Harry attempted.

"Don't 'what did you just say' me! You heard me clearly! Shut up! And sit so we can talk! I'm not going anywhere, unless you drag me out that door and tell me to never speak to you again!" Silence was all that could be heard. Harry huffed in annoyance, but sat in the couch and played with the hem of his black shirt.

"I think it's our hint to go" Zayn said and grabbed Niall by his middle, making the blonde laugh. It spreads quicker than a virus. This laugh of his. I swear. As soon as the door closed behind them I turned to Harry, only to find him already looking at me.

"I'm sorry. So sorry you can't even understand." He said, the anger still seemed to linger somewhere in his low, raspy voice.

"What's done is done. I want you to tell me everything. And I mean it. Everything. I need to know. No more hiding yourself. You won't hide from me anymore."

"I'm not telling you anything" he barked.

"I think you owe it to me after what I went through today" I replied equally as harshly. Harry huffed, but not a single word left his mouth.