Make Me Break (n.h. + h.s.)(Punk!Niall)

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Lizzie hadn't stopped crying since Niall left. I had changed her diaper, fed her, done everything I could possibly think of. I didn't understand why she was so fussy. I thought about calling Niall to see if he'd come back and help me with her, but I didn't want to ruin his fun. I was currently holding her in our kitchen, bouncing her on my hip as she whimpered into my shoulder. I kissed her forehead, hoping it'd be warm just so I'd know what was wrong with her.

She was just fine...

Why was she still crying?

"Are you sleepy princess? Is that what's wrong?" I whispered, of course she didn't answer. I sighed knowing it'd be best if I laid her down. I carried her into her room, placing her down onto the cot. She didn't stop crying, nor did she cry harder so I assumed she was just fine in there. I grabbed the bottle I'd made earlier, placing it between her lips and her little hands gripped the sides. Her eyes fluttered close, her hands letting go of the bottle as she did so. She was out like a light, and all I wanted to do was face palm myself for not thinking about it earlier. 

I kissed her forehead again before walking out of the bedroom. I ran a hand through my hair and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It was just half past 10, and I wasn't expecting Niall to be home till at least midnight. That meant I was alone by myself till then. I sighed not really knowing what to do with my time. 

I opted for just sitting down on the couch, flipping on the television as I waited for Niall to get home. My phone vibrated in my pocket, smiling as I saw I had a new message from Niall. 

I miss you xx

I miss you too xx

What are you doing?

Watching T.V. Waiting for you to get home xx 

I should be home soon. I love you Haz xx 

I went to reply only to be interrupted at the sound of someone knocking on the front door. I didn't hit the send button, placing my phone onto the coffee table. I walked to the door, opening it slowly, and went to shut it the second I saw who it was. He stuck his foot into the door though, shoving against it. I stumbled from the impact, my heart racing. Louis walked in, his eyes bloodshot and the clear smell of alcohol on his breath. I backed up until my back hit the wall, trying not to pass out. 

"Lou-Louis." I stuttered, holding my hands out in front of me. He was already on top of me, his breath hitting my face, causing me to flinch. He grabbed my wrists, bring my hands down to my waist. 

"You're so perfect.... So fucking perfect." He breathed out, his lips pressing against my cheek. 

"Louis, you're drunk... le-let me go." 

"I don't think I will. You see Harry... You've been running through my mind a lot lately, specially since I found out you were marrying Niall... It's a shame that he's nothing but a slut. He doesn't deserve someone as perfect as you." 

"You don't know what you're saying..." 

"I know exactly what the fuck I'm saying, and I'm saying he's not good for you. He doesn't deserve you... Do you wanna know who deserves you Harry?" He whispered into my ear. He let go of one of my wrists to reach into his jacket pocket. 

"Who?" I asked, looking at him with clear terror in my eyes. I felt the cold feeling of metal upon my temple. 

"At first I always thought it was me. I've always wanted you Harry... From the moment you even spoke to me I've wanted you. Liam was just a bump in the road, and I made sure to make him realize that I would never love him like I loved you. I did everything I possibly could to get Niall out of the picture, but you still fucking love him. What does he have that I don't?"