Something Great (Niall Horan)

Chapter 21 - I Hate You

Chapter 21 - I Hate You

§•Niall's POV•§

Harry's an arse. He wouldn't ignore me. He knows that too. I know for a fact Kristin couldn't ignore me. So everything he said is false. They wouldn't not acknowledge me. But they would definitely try. He does have a point though. I really don't know why I'm having mood swings. I just am. I've been a mess since, it feels like forever. I guess Harry's right though. I do need to get my shit together. But it's not gonna happen that fast. They all expect me to be fine in a few hours. They don't understands that it doesn't work like that. It takes time. I can try though. I can start being more social with everyone. I don't think I've talked to anyone but Harry and Kristin. Besides a few words.

"They are crazy." I mumble.

I might as well leave my room. I haven't left it at all really. If I see any of them pity me though, I am never leaving my room. I stand up, and make my way to the door. I pause at my mirror. Yeah, I'm a guy and I own a full length mirror. Deal with it.

I study my face. My eyes are super red, and have bags underneath them. My hair is a complete mess. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to make it better. Once it looks kinda ok, I look at my hands. I haven't really looked at my hands. I've glance at them, but not full on looked. I have multiple bruises covering my hands, and scratches covering my knuckles. Oh, and one of my hands are bleeding. I added a new hole to the collection earlier. Not that I care. Ugh, I guess I'm going out there. If they ask if I'm better, I'm flipping them off.

I run my hand threw my hair one last time. I make my way out of my room. I start making my way down the stairs. And, everyone's in the kitchen. Yay, I don't have to speak to them, yet. I take a seat on the couch, and try to listen to their conversation.

"It's been a few hours, is he coming down or not?" I hear Zayn ask. Well if you looked, you'd know.

"Just give him time." Louis says. Time. I'll take that time, and shove it up his arse. That's what I'll do with time.

"Time." I mutter. I hear footsteps come out of the kitchen, so I look up. It's Harry, of course. He stops in his tracks.

"Maybe we should've checked for him." Harry says to the others.

"Why?" Louis asks, walking out.

"Oh." He says. Soon everyone has exited the kitchen, and is staring at me. This isn't uncomfortable or anything. I squirm under their gazes.

"Are you just gonna stare at me?" I finally ask. They all look away. I mentally face palm.

"So... You good now?" Harry asks. I flip him off. What? I kept to my word. He just stares at me.

"What do you think?" I ask him.

"Erm, is that a no?" He asks. He is so dense.

I look behind him, looking at everyone. I glance at Kristin, and my jaw clenches. I'd glare at her, but she's my girlfriend. I stand up, and walk away. I catch a glance of their confused looks, before I disappear up the stairs. I said, or thought, that if someone pitied me, that I would leave.

"Uh. What happened?" I hear Louis ask.

I'm just gonna be a bitch. It's worked pretty well so far. Besides, that's how I'm acting. I'm not trying to be a bitch though. Oh well. I enter my room, and sit on my bed. I glance at my door briefly, then take out my phone. I should text Harry why I left. He's probably coming up right now though. Twitter time. I open Twitter, and start scrolling through my newsfeed. There's the usual hate, the extra mean hate, and the "whoever sent this should die" hate. And the few nice people. Nothing new.