Dark Side (A Dark Narry/ Side Ziam AU) [On Hold!]

Chapter 3 - Pain

I'm going to dedicate this to four_am since their comment made me smile.

Anyways, I'm sorry about the long wait. I had a bit of writer's block along with a few other things happen in the past week. Here you go:

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You're sick of feeling numb

You're not the only one

I'll take you by the hand

And I'll show you a world that you can understand

Niall’s POV:

As this stranger entered the complex, I felt an odd sensation.

“I’m Niall, and I’ll be one of your three roommates.”

He gave me a weak smile and made his way to the empty sofa in the centre of the living room.

“So, tell me about yourself”, I asked inquisitively.

“My name is Harry. I’m from the UK and yeah”.

"So do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend back home?"

"No."

"How was your flight?"

"Fine."

Oddly, his answers were brief and straight to the point. He seemed uninterested in engaging in any sort of conversatation.

I felt a sense of familiarity in his eyes; pain. It’s the very pain that I have felt these past few months.

His gaze was suddenly on me. He probably thinks I'm a freak for staring but he's honestly the first person that really understands what I'm feeling. It's just, I never felt understood these past few months.

We stood there in silence. The grandfather clock was ticking the seconds down, and my roaring grumbling stomach began to fill the silence.  

My heart was beating. Anxiety crept up on me; it was him who made me like this. I don't like to talk about it and we were happy at one point but he's merely a memory now. 

I can't move past it. We were so good. I was in love and he merely left without any reason. I hate him with every vein in my body. He made me like this. Just thinking about him makes me want to sulk under my bed covers. 

It's because of him that I have a fear of being abandoned. No one understands what it's like. Every day is a struggle. 

Love is like a drug, once you stop it, your body crashes from the lack of that high feeling. That was me. I no longer had that drug in my life and now I feared that I'd reach that low point again. I am a prisoner in my own body. I refuse to let anyone penetrate my walls of insecurity. 

Harry was different though. I felt like he understood me.

The seconds continued to tick and within minutes, Liam and Zayn had returned. 

Their smiles lit up the room; how I envied their happiness. They deserve each other; but it's painful to see two of my roomates fawning over one another while my heart is rotting in my broken body.

I have become resentful. I used to be that cherry blonde leprachaun; but that Niall is gone. I am an incomplete version of the old me.

I had left Harry alone with them. I needed to be alone. 

*Flashback* Niall's POV:

"Babe, I'm home!"

Oh, there's a note.

"Dear Niall, I am leaving. I feel like our time has come to its end. I never really felt anything in the relationship.

You were merely a puppet, in fact I found someone bettter. The I love yous never meant anything, in fact it was just a ploy to stay with you until you were of no further use.

Don't come looking for me, I will be long gone by the time you read this.

With regards,

J

Present Niall's POV:

Just thinking of that causes me to break into a puddle of endless tears. I still have the note tucked away in my drawer.

Even though he turned out to be the opposite of what I really wanted, the feelings remained intact. I can never forget the passionate kisses and the way he made me feel during out hot steamy night sex escapades. 

Whether it was for lust or money, it wasn't meant to be. I still havent come to terms with it and one day I know I will but until then. I refuse to let anyone in.

 Harry's POV:

These guys seems to be alright blokes. After having lived with the asshole from hell, I don't think I'll have a problem with any roomate. 

I mean, I lived through the most deceptive bastard that you could ever come across. He made me a complete and utter mess; it's because of him that I'm like this.

I seclude myself from everyone and try to downplay this nightmare, but in reality I'm no longer me.

I may still have the curls but looks can be deceiving and I'm just an empty vessel incampable of getting out of this rut.

"So Harry, tell us about yourself"

Not this again. I'm sick and tired of people asking. It's the same routine repeated continuously.

Speak briefly, lie, put on a fake smile and lie some more. I swear, these people all come from the same cloth or something.

"I'm Harry, I'm from the UK and yeah".

The two of them gave me an odd stare. Was my answer not satisfying? They want more but no one's ever getting more; not after what happened. 

My past is buried beneath a maze of walls; never to be shared with anyone. I can't ever be vulnerable, not after last time.

"I'm going to bed guys, it was a long flight and I just want to rest".

They both nod their heads.

The raven haired guy tells me that my room is the second on the left.

I make my way and see a very nice sized bed awaiting me. The bed sheets have a very warm, soft aeromatic flowerly smell that remind me of him.

I honestly can never catch a break. Everything reminds me of Josh and it's really starting to break me. The blondie was different though. You could clearly see that something was off with him. 

The truth of the matter was, who was going to break first? Living with someone like that would eventually lead to one of us spilling our darkest secrets and I'm going to do everything within my power to make sure that's not me.

I don't deserve anyone's sympathy.

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Okay, so I thought that'd be a good place to leave it off. I'll try my hardest to update again within a week, so hang tight.

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