Unhinged Serendipity ~ Niall Horan

C h a p t e r 8 ~

** WARNING THERES MORE CUSS IN THIS THAN NORMAL**

Louis’ POV(this is weird, but give it time. i will put lou in every so often..)

She left. What happened? Why? Shaking my head I couldn’t get that sinking feel that it was all my fault. But it definitely was not my fault Cici overreacted, I wasn’t even that rude. Rolling my eyes at the thoughts, I just sat there reading that text. Frightening, terrifying actually. No not scary, saddening, hurtful. The words written in it meant to tear someone's emotions apart.Shaking my head trying to get the confusion of why it was sent out of my head so I could ignore it. But it wouldn’t happen. I couldn’t get the words out of my head. They kept ringing and echoing like some kind of… some kind of I don’t know… monster. Suddenly I felt the weight shift on the couch and tearing my eyes away I looked over to see blazing green eyes etched into a look of pure anger and frustration. Harry. Sighing, I knew what this was. The boys had assigned Harry to try and find out what’s wrong with me. “I’m fine nothing is wrong okay?” I spoke up, my voice probably harsher than I had expected it to come out like. Harry rolled his eyes, “Well then if nothing's wrong why are you being such a prick to your best friends huh?” he ask his accent thats usually melodic and calm now hard and full of rage, the octave even lower. His statement made me think, was I really that mean? What did happen?  Shaking my head, “Harry, what happened?” I asked quietly, Harry’s face deadpanned and his jaw dropped. “What happened was you just pissed Niall off because you fucking pushed Cici to fucking leave because you…” he stopped shook his head stood up “You know what. Nevermind. Forget I said anything get your head out of your ass and get someone else to talk this out because I can’t do this right now. Our best friend is up in his room fuming, angry, and hurt because of what you did. You need to talk to him.” With that he stormed away. What happened, what did I say? Oh god this can not be happening again. I will not go back there, I can’t. Sitting on the couch I fumbled with my phone, about to get up until I heard movement, and talking and lots of commotion. Swinging my glance around the room I caught a glance of Niall at the top with his suitcase in hand. Stopping his cold ice blue eyes, which seemed less like him. They held sorrow, pain, and traces of anger, but I saw it. I saw the cool, freezing fury harden his eyes to the cold, hard steel like blue grey that now held place where the normal liquid crystal blue eyes once sat. Soon the cold gaze detached from my own and he made his way down the steps and through the living room not looking at me anymore. As I watched him disappear out the door, i turned and found the others staring at us. Two pairs of brown eyes narrowed, along with the familiar dark green fire. Zayn step forward, speaking first. “Get your act together mate,” he paused before adding his next statement as if the one he just spoke had meaning in a different way, “We’re leaving tomorrow.” With that the tall, tattooed man turned and left the room glancing at the other two. Liam stepped forward next, “you were brutal Lou. I havent seen you that rude, ever. You know I love you, but I can’t watch you ruin friendships with not only us but with other people too. Just think before you speak or act.” His brown eyes showing warmth and care, his buff structure somewhat intimidating, I didn’t reply just a short nod, Liam gave Harry one of those good luck kind of glance and turned around and left the same way Zayn did. Next I was faced with the wrath of Harry, this is  kind of scary, nobody but I knew how Harry got if you pushed him too far, and this might be that time, I might have went too far. His face set he shook his head and spoke only two words, two simpl word that held so much more than what you would first originally think. “Apologize soon,” with that he got up and left. I shook my head, everything was returning how I acted, what I said, how I acted with everything. I’m a fucking ass. I shook my head, got up and made my way to the room I was staying in with Niall originally, noticing everything was already gone of his. I sighed and started taking clothes out and putting it into a suitcase when there was a hesitant knock on the door, turning around I noticed Harry standing, looking ashamed or embarrassed, his voice calmer than it was, nicer than it was before. “Can I.. uhhh come in? I need to talk to you.” I just nodded, an invitation for coming in, for talking. He smiled slightly, “So here is the thing, I’m sorry for how I spoke earlier. I am not taking back what I said because you know that you need to apologize, but im sorry for being such an asswipe about it.” ruffling his hair nervously he looked at the ground, I smiled and nodded, “it’s okay curly, I was an ass…. I know i need to apologize to him.” Harry nodded slowly, and walked over and picked up the phone, handed it to me and spoke “You know what you need to do. Scrolling through my phone I found the name, SexyLeprochaun<3 pressing it I heard the sharp ringing of the dial tone thing. Harry nodded and walked out giving me space. The third ring and it cut off and I was directed to his voicemail. The familiar irish drawl playing through my minds own speaker “Ayy. I can’t talk, leave a message.” the next beep was loud an i started my message. “uhh Hey Niall I know you don’t want to talk to me but I think I should apologize…. well actually….” i paused thinking, then realized what it sounded like after a couple of seconds I started up again “oh wait that sounds wrong. I didn’t mean it like that what I meant was I just wanted to explain, because I know you don’t like to you know do these kinds of things over the phone. I have an explanation, and I’ll tell you why. And then when I see you I’ll apologize...err this whole message is horse shit. Im sorry… “ Suddenly the beep cut me off and the lady told me my message was recorded and sent. “Fuck.”