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37. "Sorry."

Niall's POV.

My eyes peeled open and sudden pain quickly occupied my head, it feels like it will explode in a minute. I doff the thick clothe on the top of my body and sat on the bed I was on. Where am I? I don't remember anything last night, all I know was, I was at Dan's place to watch a football match, chill up my mind and have a little drink due to Caity and I's argle-bargle.

I stand up and went directly to the bathroom as my stomach began to grumble and creating weird sounds. Then suddenly, I throw up at the sink and coughed repeatedly. I opened the faucet to collect some water using my palms and splash it over my face and also to my mouth, once I looked at the mirror in front of me, I was shocked of what I saw. I looked like a tomato because of the redness of my skin, my messy and tangled hair and my eyes were bloodshot. What the actual fuck happened? I closed my eyes, trying to remember at least one single thing happened to me last night.

"Bro, you should go home now it's already eleven o'clock in the evening." Dan said as he grabbed the bottle of champagne I was holding.

"No, gimme that!" I command, grabbing back my bottle of champagne away from his hands. "No, no." I shook my head left to right as I put the bottle of liqour into my mouth.

"Come on now, Niall. You're already drunk and for sure Caitlyn is worried." He said, grabbing my keys from my pocket and dragging me off of his flat.

"She's not worried, okay? She's enjoying her free time there with her little cuttie patient named Harry." I said using a childish tone and leaning my head to the window of my car as I finished drinking the liqour in my hand.

"You're such a jealous person, Niall. You alw..."

That's all I remembered, I got drunk. Fuck, why am I such an idiot person? I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have let my jealousy and angryness trapped me. Why am I such a sensitive dick? Harry is my mate and Caitlyn is nothing to him so why did I got jealous? Ugh.

Sighed, I got out from the bathroom and noticing I was on my room. How did I got here? Of course it's Dan, he drove me home. But if I was at my room, where's Caitlyn? Don't tell me she's with Har-

I was cut by my own thoughts as I saw her laying on the floor, beside my bed. Fuck, why is she sleeping there? Did I do something? I shook my head, debating whether I'll carry her on the bed or just leave her there. She was sleeping peacefully and I don't wanna disturb her but being self-seeking I am, chose the first option. I kneeled down and gently grabbed her, once I put her on our bed, I pulled her closer to me and stared at her angelic face, it took a moment for me to regret everything I did yesterday. Sorry.

Caitlyn's POV.

"..all your curves and all your edges with your perfect imperfections.." I envisage Niall singing and humming a song as he was stroking my hair.

I slowly opened up my eyelid and felt like there's a hand softly carressing my hair and humming a song of John Legend, to me. Until realization hits me that, that wasn't a dream. It's real. As he finish the song, he kissed the top of my head while my face was burried against his chest.

Why am I here? I was on the floor. Why is he singing a song to me? He's mad at me. I refuse my self for asking too many question as I close my eyes again and pretend that I'm still sleeping, I want this.

"He wasn't. When they're still together, Barbara can go to a party, club and some hanging out with other guys, Niall doesn't mind them. But when Barbara broke up with him, Niall got something like trauma, his attitude when it comes to love was different from now and then. He's afraid, teriffied that the history of his love-life may repeat it's self so he changed, he got more sensitive and protective."