Bad Blood {n.h}

Chapter Thirty

AN: Another short updateee sorry ):

Niall's POV 

I knew Addison was going to be here. Everyone was here tonight to celebrate the birthday of-well actually I don't remember the dude's name. 

I walked through the crowded den by myself before I looked up, my eyes locking with familiar blue ones. 

Great, she's looking. 

A short brunette girl who I think was in my psychology class joined me on the wall. 

"I need your help. I need to break up with my girlfriend but I don't have the heart to do it face to face. Make out with me while she's looking." I whispered in her ear, feeling like a total douche bag. 

"I wouldn't agree to this if you weren't hot." The girl smiled and I smirked back even though I wanted to throw up. 

I pinned her against the wall behind us and kissed her forcefully. 

Just don't think about it, Niall. 

She went along and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. 

She pulled back and I gave Addison a side glance. I saw the look of hurt in her eyes and I felt a pain in my chest. 

Ow! Is this what heartbreak feels like? 

"That was fun." The brunette smiled beneath me. 

"Would you mind being my fake date for the evening?" I asked, pretending to kiss her neck. 

"Maybe if I got your name first." She laughed.

"Niall." I pulled back and stared at her. 

"Christine." She smiled and I nodded. 

I took her hand and led her upstairs, knowing Addison was watching. 

After hours of staging a heated make out session in Addison's sight, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. 

I pulled out of my pocket to see Addison texted me. 

"Can we talk please?" The text read. 

I texted back a 'sure' and she told me to meet her outside in the front. 

I apologized to Christine, making my way outside. 

This is going to be the hardest conversation I've ever had with someone, I can already tell. 

Addison stood on the sidewalk in front of the house. She looked stunning in her red dress in black heels. 

This just got fifty times harder for me. 

"Oh great, you actually showed up." She spoke, looking up at me. 

"I said I would." 

I hate being an asshole. 

"Wh-what exactly is happening with us? One minute were going out together, saying 'I love you' whenever we wanted, and the next you're ignoring me and making out with someone else." Her eyes began to water and I just wanted to throw myself on to the street. 

I feel like total shit. 

"We're nothing now." I lied, douche mode: activated. 

"Wha-" she began, sniffling back.

"I don't love you anymore. I haven't for a while, I stayed for the sex." Wow the lies are just pouring out. 

"You don't mean that." Addison protested, blinking hard. 

"If I didn't mean it then why did I tell Christine to meet me in the guest room in about twenty minutes? We're not going there to share stories." 

"Fuck you." She whispered. 

"Christine will, don't worry." I smirked but on the inside I wanted to  scream an apology and get Addison back in my arms. 

Unfortunately, I couldn't. Fighting is my way of life and living. If I lose fights due to lack of concentration, then I need to end whatever was causing the distraction. Sadly, that was my love. 

"I fucking hate you." Addison spat, pushing past me and back into the house. 

"I hate me too." I muttered, running my hand over my face in frustration. 

I decided it'll just better to leave the party now. Now that Addison will definitely avoid even getting the tiniest glimpse of me. 

I sped back to the dorm, running a few stop signs here and there. 

Watch out, breaking the law..again. 

I slammed my door shut and stomped back to my dorm. I slammed the door shut there as well. 

"Niall, if you slam the door one more time I will personally remove your nipples." James threatened from the couch. 

I ignored him, stomping to the single chair. 

"What's got you worked up now?" He asked.

"I-I broke up with Addison." I stuttered. 

Fuck, what is happening to me? 

"Is this because of what Tyler did? He told me you lost." James muted the TV, fully focused on me now. 

Since when did my brother become my therapist? 

"You were right from the start. She was nothing but a distraction."

"Niall, shut the hell up. Do you even hear yourself? You're in love and you simply lost a match. You love her, do you not?" James asked. 

"Of course I do but I can't be with her. Not like this." I groaned, wait, are my eyes watering? 

"What do you think the best thing to do is?" 

"I did what I thought was best. I ended it with Addison." 

"What do you actually want?" He sighed as if in pity for me. 

"To be with Addison. But I simply can't. Now, I'm going to bed and you better be ready to hit the gym in the early morning because I need training." I demanded before disappearing to my room. 

After kicking off my shoes, I stripped down into my boxers and threw my self onto my bed. 

What the fuck did I just do?

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AN: This isn't even 1k words oh god, I'm sorry but I have a long weekend and I should be posting again soon. You guys reached the goal last chapter yay! How about now..

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