Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Niall's POV

I woke up slightly unaware of where I was. Why the hell am I in Louis' room? How long was I out? Harry was staring at me from the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. He had a deep scowl on his face, his dark eyebrows pinched together. I sat up, but quickly regretted it when my head began to pound. Why the hell does my head hurt so bad?

"Listen," Harry began, his tone annoyed. "I fucking hate you and I'm pretty sure you know that."

I groaned and placed my hand on my head. Where is he going with this? "What's your point?" I asked.

"My point is," He began walking towards me, "I don't want you to go near Louis anymore. I understand you're in the same band and shit, but if you talk to him again, I'll choke you and I wont let go. You don't look at him, you don't touch him, you don't even think about him. Do you understand me? He's the only thing that makes me happy and I don't want your shitty attitude making him upset."

"Woah man," I laughed, putting my hands in the air, "You make it sound like I actually think of him as a friend."

"Why don't you just leave the band, Niall? No one likes you and you obviously don't like us."

"I'm not going to leave the band," I chuckled, "I still need to get paid."

"Oh, so that's what you're about. Money is the only thing important to you."

"Duh! You really think I like this stupid bubblegum boy band?"

"You sure seem to when you're begging for more solos."

I stumbled up off the bed, my blonde hair almost covering my eyes. I walked over to Harry, my light blue eyes burning into his.

"Because I can fucking sing," I hissed, "I deserve to be heard."

"And the rest of us don't?"

"No. You guys literally make my ears bleed when you sing. Especially you,"

I smirked as Harry bit the inside of his lips and clenched his fists. He hates me so much. He began to raise his hand, most likely to punch me, but lowered it again. What a fucking pussy.

"Go ahead," I taunted, "Punch me."

"And knock you out again? I would love to. I'm tired of hearing your big mouth talk." Harry told me, his voice annoyed. He's so pissed off.

"You can't-"

"Get out." Harry interrupted me.

"What?"

"Get the fuck out of my house."

"Make me."

I crossed my arms over my chest and raised my eyebrows, my foot quietly tapping on the carpet.

"Gladly,"

Harry yanked me by my hair out of Louis' room. I tried to get Harry's hands off of me but he was determined to kick me out of his house. Why does he always pull me places by my hair?

"Stop fucking touching me!" I yelled, stomping on Harry's foot. His hand left my head, but soon connected with my cheek. He slapped me as hard as he could, causing me to stumble backwards and almost fall. Fuck, that hurt like a bitch. My head is pounding and I can barely walk, I am definitely not in the mood to fight him right now. I should probably leave before he fucking kills me.

"Get the hell out of my house before I call the police." Harry said, answering my thoughts.

I walked out and slammed the door behind me. I'm so done with this band. But for the money and fame, I'm willing to put up with these douche bags. But lately, that seems like it's easier said than done. With Harry acting like a complete psychopath, I can't help but lash out on him. He shouldn't be complaining about almost getting raped. He deserved it. The men should have just killed Harry while they were at it. That would have made my life so much easier.

I sighed as I made my way down Louis' driveway. I have no car so I can't go home. I live too far away. My phone is dead so I can't call anyone to come pick me up. Fucking great.

I walked to the nearest coffee shop down the block and looked for a desperate girl. Maybe I can trick her into giving me a ride home. I'll pretend that I have an actual interest in her and laugh at her when she tries to come in with me. Desperate bitches.

I brushed my hair out of my face and put on my best fake smile when I saw a girl with long brown hair sitting alone at a table near the front. She seems perfect.

She was wearing a sheer blue button down shirt with skinny jeans. Rectangle glasses rested on her nose, giving her a younger feel to her appearance. She actually was beautiful.

"Hi," I said as I walked up to her. "I'm Niall,"

"Lea," she introduced herself. Braces lined her teeth and I smiled.

"How are you?"

"I'm good. And you?"

"Fine." I lied. I feel like absolute shit.

"You don't look like it,"

"What?"

"Where'd you get those bruises?" She asked me, pointing to my forehead.

Great, she's fucking nosey.

"None of your business," I snapped. She doesn't need to know.

"Hey, you're the one who came up to me. Don't give me attitude."

I laughed quietly as I pulled out the chair across from her, taking a seat. "Sorry. It's just a long story."

"I have time." She told me, her chin resting in the palm of her hand.

"You really want to know, don't you?"

She nodded her head, a smile appearing on her lips.

"Well, I was beating up this guy and he only got one punch on me before I killed him," I lied.

"Liar."

"Yeah," I laughed.

"I want to hear the real story."

"I'm gonna have to know you better before I get into that," I began, "it's kind of a long story and it's not exactly right for me to tell anyone." I don't think Harry would appreciate it if I told someone that he's fucking crazy.

Lea took a sip of her coffee, her small hands wrapping around the white mug. Her glasses slightly slid off her nose, a small giggle escaping her lips as she pushed them back up. Wow.

"Well, I suppose you don't have to tell me then. Sorry for asking."

"No, it's okay. I would want to know about it to."

Lea nodded her head and she chewed on the inside of her lip. "Doesn't it hurt?"

I laughed. "I'm a fucking man, I can take anything."

She raised her eyebrows and scoffed. "Okay, whatever."

"I'm serious!"

"Sure you are."

"I knocked a man out for two days just from one punch," I lied again. Why am I lying so much? Am I seriously trying to impress her?

"Enough with the lies," she laughed, "you don't have to try and impress me."

"Impress you? Who says I'm trying to impress you?"

She raised her eyebrows and patted my shoulder. She dug through her purse and grabbed a pen. She began writing on the receipt she got from buying her coffee and slid it across the table to me. "Call me when you clean your drool off the table."

She got up and walked out without another word. Fuck, she's beautiful.