Someday {Niall Horan}

Chapter 16: Inzayn Arguments

Heyy here's an extra update.

Emily's POV

"Zayn," I say to him, nervous of his reaction. I immediately see his jaw clench, and anger in his eyes. I know that he's about to explode.

"Fuck. That motherfucking bastard better watch his back because I'm about ready to grab a gun and-" I cut him off.

"Why is he doing this? Why does he hate me so much? I just don't understand."

"He doesn't hate you, he hates me."

"Why?"

"No reason, Emily. Zayn, he's just complicated." he says, "What did he even do to you?" he asks.

"He pretty much picked me up before I could run away from him. He took me into the elevator to take me somewhere. That was when Liam saved me," I explain.

"Wow, that fucking bastard,"

"Yeah, that sick fucker," I say, and he smiles.

"I could have really gotten hurt if it wasn't for Liam," I say, meaning it. Where would I be if Liam didn't save me. Suddenly, the smile is wiped off of his face.

"Look, I know you're just trying to be nice because he saved you, but he doesn't care about you the way I do."

"You weren't the one that saved me..." I say, instantly regretting it but still continue. "He did, you weren't even there."

"You're not actually blaming this on me, are you?" He's starting to look angry.

"I mean, if you didn't leave me at your apartment alone, that would have never happened. You knew that Zayn lived there, he could have hurt me at any time."

"So, you are blaming this on me," he says angrily, his face turning red. I shrug. "Oh, maybe this is my fault. You know what if this was all my fault, you can go. Go to Liam, Zayn, I don't even care. This was all a mistake." His words hurt like acid as if he just told me to banish in hell. Then, he walks out the door, leaving me alone in my own dressing room.

What just happened? Before I know it my eyes are filled with tears, I sit in the corner and for once I let them fall.

Niall's POV

I walk out of Emily's dressing room, leaving her alone. I don't regret what I said, I really meant them. She was wrong to blame this situation on me, but really thinking about it I should've known this would happen. Zayn just can't keep his hands off, can he? Why did I ever think I could have a relationship? I was so stupid to think that this was actually possible. But, my outburst was mostly because she talked about Liam so much. The thought of the two men make me sick.

I walk into my little resting area in the building and sit on the couch, my hands on my face. Someone knocks on the door.

"Come in," I say.

"Niall, are you okay?" Louis asks as he opens the door.

"I'm fine," I say. "Why?"

"You pretty much stomped through the entire office." Really? I haven't realized what shit I've been doing since I left Emily alone upstairs.

"Do me a favor, go away. Sorry, but I just need some time alone mate," I say. He nods and closes the door leaving me alone. I didn't want to have anymore angry outbursts.

It's times like this that I wish I could just disappear. I'm sitting on the couch with nothing else to think about but my hell of a life. I have dumb employees, a sister who refuses to follow my instructions, a drunk dad, a dead mom, a fucking man who won't stay the fuck out of my way, and a girlfriend that I just left all alone and blames me for not rescuing her. What a life.

After sitting alone for a couple of minutes I decide that it's time to do something about this. I walk over to my mini fridge that I had installed and grab three bottles of Vodka. I immediately pop them all open and drink each bottle. Fuck Zayn for trying to steal my girlfriend. Fuck Liam for saving her. Fuck Emily for blaming me for the whole situation. Bottoms up.

20 minutes later: I'm drunk.

Harry's POV

I walk through the office silently. I hate Louis for forcing me out of my apartment. I don't want to see Niall and Emily together. Louis could have just left me there to drunk some more alcohol, vomit, and repeat the cycle.

As I walk through the hallway getting the models I hear loud sobbing. I press my ear to each door to see who it is. When I reach the end of the hallway I press my ear to the last dressing room. The sobbing gets louder. I open the door, and to my surprise it's Emily. She's sitting in the corner of the room soaked in her own tears.

"Emily?" I ask. She lifts her head to spot me and gets up to hug me, for which I am thankful.

"Harry!" she exclaims. I haven't been so relieved to leave my apartment before.

"What's wrong?" I ask. I shouldn't be happy to see her crying. I kinda hope Niall did something wrong.

"Nothing," she says releasing the hug. I don't believe her.

"Come on, you can tell me what happened. It's pretty obvious something did."

"Fine..." she pauses for a moment. "It's just, it's just...Niall." I'm rather relieved to hear that answer.

"Oh," I try to sound sad. "That's too bad. What did he do?"

"It's...he just yelled at me, and left me here alone. I know, I probably sound ridiculous, but it just really hurt." Her words are like a sweet reward.

"Well then, a beautiful girl like you doesn't deserve to look like this," I say. "You kind of look like you just watched The Fault in Our Stars, and Titanic." She laughs at my comment. "Emily, would you like to go to my place? We could get you out of this place, away from Niall."

She hesitates at first but finally she looks me in the eyes. "Sure, I'd love that."

Okay then, well #Hemily is here. What do you think Hemily or Nemily? I hope you don't hate me for making this a love triangle. Well actually, Zayn likes her too so... Love square? I hope you liked this chapter. It's not he longest, but it took me forever. I'm really stupid for forgetting to save it at first, so I had to write this chapter all over again. It's not fun, but I love you just that much to rewrite it. Jk, the story wouldn't make any sense if I didn't. I do love you tho. I know what your thinking, nice title...not really. Anyway, please vote if you liked it! <3

-Michelle ;) xx