Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

NIALL'S POV

I fiddled with the piece of paper Lea gave me, reading her number over and over again. Should I call her? Paige and I just broke up, am I really ready to move on already? I felt so trapped most of the time with Paige. It wasn't because of her, but I was just ready to end the relationship. I've been feeling different lately and i'm honestly not sure why. Ever since Harry changed, so have I. He's so fucking selfish, thinking that all his problems are more important than mine. He's not the only one hurting.

I stuffed the paper in my pocket and flipped up the hood on my jacket. Rain pored down onto the grey cement, the sky covered in dark clouds. I walked back outside and sat down on a bench by the front door. The wooden bench was already soaked, but I couldn't care less. I sat down with a sigh and listened to all the different sounds around me. Rain smacked the ground and people laughed from inside the coffee shop. Two birds fought over a soggy piece of bread on the ground and I laughed to myself. Why would they even want to eat that?

In no time, I was already completely soaked, drops of rain dripping off my drenched hair.. I really need to get a ride home. I guess I'll just go back inside and try again.

HARRY'S POV

After waking Louis up, I decided I would try my best not to make him angry today. He deserves a break from my bitchy attitude. Day after day for the past month and a half, I've been treating him and everyone I know like shit. I love Louis so much and he deserves better than this.

"Where's Niall now?" Louis asked me as he got out of bed. I whined and sat up too. I wanted to stay in bed with him longer.

"He, uh, stormed out."

"Harry, what did you do to him?"

"Nothing!" I laughed, "You know Niall. He's ridiculous."

"You're not telling me the truth. I need to know."

I shushed him, cupping my hand over his jaw. "Don't worry about it, babe. Today's going to be a stress free day, and i'm not going to let you worry about anything. You deserve at least one day off."

"Harry," Louis sighed, "Did you hurt him again?"

"No," I promised. "He just got mad and left the house all dramatically."

"If you're lying to me i'm going to be really mad at you," He told me.

"Niall's fine. Why do you care so much anyway?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"He obviously doesn't give a shit about either of us. He doesn't care about One Direction in general,"

"That's not true-"

"He's only here for the money and fame," I interrupted him, "and he told me he doesn't actually like any of us."

"How could he not like this?" Louis flipped imaginary hair off his shoulder, a small smirk on his lips. "I'm irresistible."

I laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "Keep telling yourself that."

I took Louis' hand in mine and dragged him into the living room. I'm done talking about Niall, he honestly isn't worth my time. I hate how he can say anything he wants and not expect anyone to get mad at him. He thinks he's just so superior to everyone else. He's been so different since last month, just as soon as I- oh no. Did I make him like this? What the hell did I do?

I grabbed Louis' phone out of his hand and instantly dialed Niall's number. I need to know what I did. How could I be so-

"What the fuck do you want?" He snapped. What? This is off of Louis' number, why is he yelling at him?

"It's Harry, you douche."

"Oh fun," Niall sighed.

I ignored his comment. I need to know what I did to him.

"Niall, you know that day when I almost, uh, got raped?"

"Sure do. Don't really care though."

I grunted, my hand gripping the cellphone harder. "Can't you talk to me for five minutes without being a dick?"

"Not exactly."

"Then don't fucking talk," I said. "Whatever I did to you, I'm so sorry-"

"No!" Niall screamed into the speaker, making me jump. "Don't fucking apologize, you asshole! You know exactly what you did and I know for a fact that you're not sorry! I hate you so much,"

I heard quiet sobs from Niall and I quietly waited for him to stop crying before I continued to talk to him. What the hell did I do? Louis is staring at me, trying to figure out what's happening. I'm not going to be the one to tell him.

"Please tell me what I did, Niall,"

"Stop playing dumb, your little game isn't funny."

"I genuinely don't know what I did. Please, I need to know." I begged. Why is he keeping it from me? What could I have possibly done that affected him?

"How could you not know? Didn't it seem weird that I started hating you right after it happened?"

Oh hell no. Is he talking about the boy I put in a coma? "You knew Hunter?"

"He's my cousin."