Change My Mind *1D Fanfic*

Chapter 25

Niall's P.O.V.

I go up to Harry's door, and knock on the door 4 times. "Go away," I hear a muffled voice yell out. I roll my eyes then open up the door. I stand in the doorway, and gasp. Every piece of furniture in his room is totally trashed to pieces. I look over and see Harry laying on the bes face down onto the pillow. "I told to go away," he manages to say through the pillow.

"No. And you dont even know who the hell you talking to Harreh," I say while crossing my arms. He doesnt answer so I walk up to the edge of the bed. "What happened Harry?" I ask, and he rolls over facing me. His eyes are bloodshot, and a bottle of whiskey rolls off the bed and hits the floor.

The only time he usually drinks is when is mad, or needs to forget something or even someone. "What are you trying to forget?" I ask glaring at his' confused face.

"What the hell are you talking about Liam?" he slurs saying that I am Liam instead of Niall.

What a bitch.

"Im Niall you twat," I spit in his face then go up to his splintered desk. "You were drinking. Like alot. You are trying to forget something. What is it?" I ask my voice a little bit calmer then before. He tries to sit up but then groans in pain from his abusive drinking then lays back down.

"I dont fucking know anymore," he slurs while looking up towards the ceiling. I furrow my eyebrows together. "Keep going," I usher him to keep going. I get no response, and turn around to face him.

He passed out.

I shake my head, and then leave the room. I need to talk to him once he gets sober. I need to ask him why he was drinking, and why Phoebe was crying. I really dont get it. Unless he said something to her that offened her. Or even she did something that made him go on this rampage, and she crying because she felt bad.

I walk in the living room, and see Emmalee just siting on the couch looking stressed out over her friend. I walk to sit next to her, and she looks up at me sighing. "I dont know what happened.  She just wouldnt tell me," she mutters while tugging at her hair. I nod in agreement. "No luck here either," I sigh. This is just so much to handle.

I look around trying to find the brown haired girl, but she is no where to be found. "Where did she go?" I ask, and she points towards the bathroom. "In there," I nod then grab the remote to turn on the tv. I go to the recorded movies, and preview what we could watch.

"Hmm. The Help?" I ask, and she nods while looking up at the tv. "Yes. Best movie ever," she says, and I chuckle. She gives me a smile once I start to the movie.

Phoebe's P.O.V.

I grab a wash cloth, wet it a little, then run it along my face. I feel like a total bitch. He is so sweet to say that, but I pretty much threw him away. Wow, that was stupid. And to think I thought something was going on between us. The way I grin at his punny jokes. The way he grins whenever I say something. And even the way his eyes light up whenever I speak with him.

Way to go Phoebe. You just passed by your only appertunity to be in love. Your only time you big bitch.

My subconscious says, and I droop my head low in shame. She is right for once.

I fold up the towel, and put it in the corner of the counter. I look up at my reflection, and see that I look better than before I came into this bathroom. I brush my hair out with my fingers then walk out, and see my two friends cuddling together while watching what seems like The Help. I grab my phone, then wave goodbye to them. "Bye guys," I say then head towards the door. "Wait where are you going?" Emmalee says while pausing their movie. Concern is prominent on her face.

"Home," I say not giving eye contact with them, and she comes up and gives me a hug.  "I will talk to you tomorrow. Be safe," she whispers, and I nod heading out the door.

I get up to my car, and see just weird items are on top. I furrow my eyebrows together in confusion while walking closer to it. There is food, and condiments all over the hood of my car. Is this another prank or what?

There is a message on mine, and look closer to comprehend what it says.

I must say. You are one of a kind. I must ketchup if you stay this way.

I smile at this, and another pain hits my heart hardly. This is from Harry.

Emmalee's P.O.V.

I get home after getting a car wash for my Jeep. They pranked us with food! Well I do insist that I did love the way Niall 'decorated' my Jeep. It was beautiful, and it was food. My two favorite things.

I open up the front door, and see my mom on her phone, and my dad on his computer. They both look up, and grin. "Emm your home late," my dad says, and I nod while walking in to sit on the couch.

"Why is that?" my mother asks while putting down her phone. They were both looking at me to give an answer. I shrug then slouch in the chair. "I was hanging with the girls, and the guys," I say, and they nod. "No PDA right?" my mom asks, and I roll my eyes. "No mom," I say then rool off of the couch then head towards my room. I shut my door, and got greeted by Pickles.

"Hi buddy," I say while rubbing his head. He licks my hand, and I hit his spot which caused his leg to start to thump up, and down. I stand up, and then go to my dresser. I pull out my pajama shorts, and a tank top. I strip off of my clothes, and put my new clothes on.

I jump into bed then turn on my lamp. I pull out my phone, unlocking it, and going to Wattpad. Pickles then joins me on the bed, while I start to read After.

Harry's P.O.V

I wake up feeling a major headrush. "Ugh," I groan while sitting up. My head starts to pound, and I try to remeber what happened last night but no use. I wasnt sober during that time. I was drunk.

Why do I do this to myself?

I get up, and open up my door. I need Advil. I head into the kitchen, ignoring my mates that are sitting on the couch. I open the medicine cabinet, and grab the small bottle. I pop two in my hand, and make myself a glass of water. I wash down the pills, and then wipe my lips with the back of my hand.

I then put the cup in the sink then walk into the living room. I see all of the guys, and even Liam's girl. Maggie I believe. Why is she here? Did she stay over?

"What?" I ask, and Niall just looks away.

"What happened with Phoebe is what," Niall snaps, and I feel pain rush through me once again. Phoebe, the one girl who just threw me away is what.

A/N

Hi guys! I have over 400 reads!!! :D Yay! ILYSM AND THANK YOU A BUNCHES. I know I said I would have a schedule but it got all messed up because my brother had this drilling competition with his high school.

And ive been busy myself with going to drama practice, and watch the softball girls play. And next week we are starting our seconed set of testing! Oh jeez. Lol

Thank Y'all so very much!

-Anna