Fourteen

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HARRY'S P.O.V

"Oh Harry. I really don't know what to do. I've been cheated on before, but this, this is a new feeling. I do love him, I really do, but I'm not ready to be stable with him again." She's not ready for him, he needs to know that.

"This is your decision. Just remember, he still loves you." I said again and hung up.

When Niall rang me earlier, he sounded horse and croaky, like he'd been crying. Niall never cries. He loves her so much. I've never seen a boy love a girl so much before.

What is that Elizabeth girls problem? She can't keep her bloody self away from anybody. I could tell her next victim was Niall. The way she watched him, made my blood boil. Why can't she see that she's not wanted and keep her hands to herself?

"She's my everything. I love her more than words can describe" Niall's words replayed in my head. If he loved her that much then he would never cheat on her. Mabel was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

NIALL'S P.O.V

She's so pretty when she cries. I wasn't ready to hear her say goodbye. Now she's tearing up my heart and I've already ripped hers out.

I don't know how she does it to me she makes my brain just stop sends my heart to my feet. She's like a roller coaster and we were only going up.

But now, we're going down. It's like I've fallen, fallen miles, into a huge black hole, sucking me in and there's no way I can get out without her.

Why? Why me? Couldn't Elizabeth have picked another boy to get on? She ruined my life. Just when I thought everything was going ok, she shattered my thoughts.

"Ok bye mate. I hope your ok" Harry ended the call. We never talk on the phone, yet we just had a half hour talk about the events of earlier this evening.

I tried to ring Mabel once more. "Please, please pick up" I said to myself.

"Your call has been forwarded to the O2 messaging service. Please leave a message after the tone. -----"

"Hello? It's me. Please listen. There's got to be some way to get you to want me like before. I miss you, I love you." I whispered those last precious words.

All I could do now was wait. Hoping for some sort of response from her.

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