"I'm sorry"
(His POV)
Harry
I stumbled up the top of the stairs, familiar with the railing of the complex. The front door, and that silly harm hanging on the center. An angel. She said it would bring good luck, and I hoped she was right, considering my drunk state wouldn’t get me anywhere. I got out my key and fumbled through the door slowly, and I heard her talking on the phone. “How long ago did he leave? He shouldn’t be far from his apartment now. Zayn, I-” She turned right on cue to see my face, slumped and drunk and broken, needing her and needing to be back in her arms. “I found him. Yeah, he’s right here. No don’t worry. I’ll call you back.” She didn’t argue with me, or yell like she would’ve before. She just smiled sadly and held me on her shoulder, dragging me to the couch with a blanket close by. “Try to get some rest Harry. The headache will come, trust me. We’ll talk in the morning” “Can I sleep with you tonight?” “Harry, I can’t. It’s too soon,” She spoke, her voice cracking at the ends. I didn’t deserve her, especially now, when she could’ve thrown me out on the street and told me to find my own way home. While my head was on her lap, I found the ring I gave her so long ago, still wrapped around her finger. That’s when I knew she still loved me, after everything I’ve done. After ever promise I dared breaking. I wasn’t the man I used to be, back when I actually made her happy, back when we were both happy. But I knew I could be better. “I’m sorry. I love you,” I slurred, before the room started dimming in and out. I hoped it wasn’t too late. I heard those last four words before I passed into sleep, giving me the hope I needed. “I love you too.”
Niall
"Lobster claws for hands, or a mermaid tale for legs," I shouted into the void, hoping she hadn’t gone to bed just yet. "Niall, just because I said you could spend the night, doesn’t mean I wanted to hear your mouth when I’m trying to sleep," I knew she was speaking in a sarcastic tone, but she liked her sleep. "C’mon, just answer the question!" She groaned, and sat up from the other side of the couch, her blanket falling to her thighs. "Are the lobster claws human size or lobster size?" I laughed and sat up too, looking her straight in the eye. "Human size. I’m not gonna make it easy on you." I did this most of the time. Breaking the tension or the normal for a little while, and it usually worked in my favor. She knew me too well to know I wouldn’t give up the chance to be witty. "Fine. Mermaid tale. You happy? Can I go to sleep now?" I mentioned that she didn’t need to stay out here with me if she wanted to sleep in her room. I knew the couch was a little bumpy from the many nights I dropped by and crashed, or slept there by choice. "Alright. But if I bump into you on the way there, given how small this living room is, it’s not my fault." I laid back down, and felt her brush against my leg, shimmying through the table and the couch, and she fell, as usual. She took the cake for being the clumsiest woman I’ve ever met. "Missed me," I smirked, pulling myself up so she was on my lap. She tried to get up and move away, but my hand caught her chin softly, and I wondered where I got such courage. "Don’t flatter yourself," (Y/N) breathed in, right before she kissed me. Best sleepover I’ve ever had. "I’m sorry that took so long," She laughed breathlessly.
Liam
The keys fell on the countertop with a loud thud, but I paid no mind. I clicked my messages on the voicemail machine, thinking it’d be no harm to check. “Voicemail at 3:25PM: 'Hey Liam…it's me. I, uh, called to see if you'd like to catch up. Maybe get a coffee or something? I saw on the news you're home from your tour and I thought maybe the way we….Well, just call me back if you'd like. If you're busy, I'm sorry I intruded….I'm sorry for everything. Bye.' To save this message-"I quickly tapped the button to save (Y/N)’s message and began pacing. She called. I didn’t think she would’ve, but I couldn’t help smiling at the fact that I was wrong. She must’ve had to miss me to call, and I knew feeling the way I did I missed her more than I let on. I scribbled the number on a notepad in the drawer, even though I knew her number by my heart. But I still questioned if I should’ve called. Maybe she was busy, or she wasn’t interested in seeing me again. Maybe she thought it was a mistake. But I had to try. She wouldn’t just call for nothing. If what we had still meant something to her, I had to give it a shot, because I knew it meant everything to me. No matter what she was thinking, or how nervous I was feeling, I dialed, and she answered. “Liam. I didn’t think you’d call back,” She spoke, surprised I was calling, and I felt the exact same way. “I didn’t think so either, but I got you’re message and…I’d love to see you again.” “Well that’s good to know,” She giggled. God I missed that laugh. “Coffee at El’s?” “Of course…and (Y/N), don’t ever be sorry. It wasn’t you.”
Zayn
My hands tucked in her hair, my body knit as close to hers as possible, I felt home. I felt nothing could keep us from right here, even though we both knew the truth. The morning was coming, and I’d be off on a road away from home and my friends. Away from her. I hated it. Tightening my smile and hiding off on a bus thinking I was okay with leaving her alone and missing me, while I was doing the same thing. “I hate that I do this to you,” I confessed, my palm moving down to her cheek to catch the tears. She’d been tough all morning, and didn’t mention it once before we tried going to sleep. She had the right now to break down. She always did. I couldn’t take that from her when I’ve already taken so much. Days that we could’ve been spending together. Her privacy. I couldn’t take anymore. “I hate that you have to. But it’s what you love, and it’s worse because you love me too. Zayn, I wish it was different. I know we both do. But, it’s not like I won’t see you again. You’re still here, with me or not, and that’s what matter to me,” She mumbled, putting her head flat into my chest. I didn’t know if she was trying to hide how she really felt about it all, or that she was tired from the day. Our last day for awhile. “I’ll be back whenever I can be. Free days, free weeks, month breaks. I’ll do whatever I can.” She might’ve been asleep, trying to get some peace for tomorrow, but I kept going. “I don’t wanna lose you because I’m losing time. I know it’s worth leaving me for, but I hope you think I’m worth it. I pray that you think we’re worth it. I’m sorry I have to ask that of you.”
Louis
I was still packing and rushing to get my clothes in that damn suitcase. I wanted to stop being so stubborn and persistent to take this break, but I knew I had to let her go. If everything was meant to be the way I wanted them, she’d come back, without me having to push her. And that’s exactly what I’d do. “I’m sorry,” I blurted out. I didn’t know how that’d help me, but maybe it was a way to soothe the blow I was feeling. The hurt she was going through. “Sorry for what Louis? Trying to make me feel better about this isn’t going to work. You’re just giving up on us,” She stated, not a hint of sadness or anger in her voice. It was just blank, and that made my nerves spike. If she really thought I was giving up on us, she was a damn fool. Or delusional. Or even both. Giving up was not as hard as doing this. I could pretend that she was right, that I was going to let her leave with the idea that I didn’t care anymore. But I cared too much. I loved her too much to do that.“Giving up?! I’m not giving up. I’m giving you a chance to live your life without the fucking burden of me around your neck! Face it (Y/N)!” She returned my response with as much venom as I put into mine , taking no prisoners. “You’re not a burden! Don’t you dare think of yourself that way! I love you, Louis! Can’t you understand that?!” My bones were on fire and I couldn’t do it and I knew I was a fool, but I reached for her and didn’t let go. People say you should let go of the ones you love the most. It was too bad I was too selfish, and I didn’t love her enough to do so.
