I Wish That Was Me

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

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*Zayn's POV*

We arrived at the hotel around three in the morning and it's now nine. Between those six hours I haven't been able to sleep at all. Not that I don't want to, trust me, I would kill for at least an hour of sleep. It's just last night something was keeping me up. That something was Niall.

It was all kind of a big blur, probably because of the lack of sleep. Anyways what happened last night worried me. He was sobbing in his sleep.

(Last night)

I was close to falling asleep at the moment, but then I heard the door shut rather loudly, my face scrunched up. Sleep was the thing I needed the most right now and if anybody was going to prevent me from doing so, they would have to deal with a very grumpy fellow. Something then pressed against the side of my body, which startled me. I swiftly turned my head to see a pair of blue eyes looking at me.

His face changed from angry to confused, then finally to apologetic maybe?...I couldn't really tell because the dark room was being lit only by little rays of light from the moon. I watched as he laid down next to me. Not realizing he said something I blurted out, "Mmm it's fine". We haven't been very close lately, ever since the day at the flat when we were watching Grease. I tried talking to him the first couple of days, and then just gave up. He obviously didn't want to talk to me, so why should I even bother? And that's how it's been for awhile now. I felt anger boil inside of me. His head turned to look at me, he looked uncomfortable. Good, I wanted to him know that he was doing something wrong. A few more seconds pass and I realized he wasn't getting the hint. Turning my back on him, I let out a sigh.

The next twenty or so minutes was spent on thinking of what could be his problem....who was I kidding..I already knew. It was Liam. I've known for quite some time now. The way Niall looks at Liam with such adoration, only to be replaced with complete sadness when looking at Danielle. That's not what bothers me though, it's the fact that he won't confront me. I mean, it would be a bit better if he just ignored it happened and went back to his normal self. But no, he has to completely ignore my presence. My thoughts got interrupted by snores, I forgot, I was supposed to be sleeping. I shut my eyes letting out one more breath and watching the room fade.

"....nooo..."

Are you kidding me?! Just let me sleep! I swear, twice in one night, he was gonna get it tomor--

"...Liaaam..."

Wait...what? Did he just say? A couple of minutes ticked by.

"..noo....liaam..."

Please don't tell me he is going to be like this all night...five more minutes passed.

"...heeelp.."

I sighed, I should probably wake him up, but something made me curious about what he was dreaming about.

"..liamm...neeeed..mmm..tell....you,"

Tell him what? I mentally slapped myself, duh! Probably how he feels, or something. The next thing that happened surprised me. His voice was getting shaky. I think he was starting to...oh no. I shook him, I didn't like seeing him hurt. It was like watching a baby crying.

"Niall...wake up", I shook him harder.

His eyes opened halfway and he grumbled.

"you were having a bad dream, you okay?"

"mhmm", and with that he fell back asleep.

I laid there for awhile. Man...this was really hurting him. I would feel the same way, watching as the person you love fall for someone else, in front of you. I suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over me. Niall was going through a rough time and I was here being selfish and making it about me. What a wonderful friend i have been. I stared at the ceiling feeling shameful. My hands covered my face and a frustrated breath managed to escape from my lips. An hour went by and all i could think of was how self-centered i have been. I should talk to him tomorrow, apologize for being an ass. Yes, I was going to finally talk to him tomorrow, but how should I start it? It was a good thing I was wide awake because this may take awhile. I thought of various scenarios, and not one seemed right.

"mmmm...nooo"

Not this again. But this time he began sobbing, even harder, as he moaned out a "no" every once in awhile. I tried to wake him. He was still crying, shaking him harder, this started to get me worried. Then finally he opened his eyes.

"Niall you were having a bad dream again, are you sure you're okay?"

"mmm finnee..", he closed his eyes again.

No he wasn't...

There wasn't any point in me trying to go to sleep anymore. So I got up and reached for my phone, then laying back down, sinking into the soft bed. I decided to get on twitter. So I cuddled into a cocoon of blankets and turned on my phone, nearly screaming in pain. The light from my phone blinded me! Turning the brightness on low, I then clicked on the twitter app. Almost instantly a photo of Liam and Danielle popped up, it was of them kissing.

Awww, wait...Niall. I frowned, this was so complicated.

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