Is It So Wrong? ~ A COMPLETED One Direction Fanfiction ~ EDITING

17 - Promises Were Made To Be Broken

**A/N**: HELLO MY LOVERLIES! I just want to say you are all very wonderful and amazing because, well, yeah, you guys make my day just by reading my story. And then I get the random comments that make me laugh and smile and they generally just make my day. Which is why I've actually kept writing again instead of taking another break or something. I mean, I have so little time to write during the day most days, this was almost all written between midnight and 3am.

Anyways, just remind you how much it means to me when you comment/vote/fan. But mostly comments because, as I said, they make my day. And also because I love hearing what you think. :3

OKAY, gonna go write the next chapter or something like that~

-Abby

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*Niall's POV*

(December 24, 2009)

"Nialler!" Greg's voice calls from his room down the hall.

"Yeah?" I shout back.

"C'mere a minute!"

I sigh as I stand up and walk to my brother's bedroom where I find him laying on his bed. "What do you want, Greg?"

"I want to know what's been bothering you lately," he tells me.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you've been acting a bit strange for awhile and I want to know what or who it is. After all, we don't want Christmas to be ruined by anyone being worried or upset."

I rub my face with my left hand as if it'll erase the thoughts and memories that have been haunting me for months. "It's nothing, Greg," I try to say to him, but he refuses to accept that response.

"'Nothing' shouldn't upset you, especially for so long," he states. "Seriously, what's up?"

"It's this friend of mine that I've really been worrying about lately," I mumble.

"Pardon? All I heard was 'Ephraim Irene war about Lee', which I somehow doubt is what you said," my brother says, giving me a look of annoyance.

"I was just saying that I've been really worried about a friend of mine lately."

Greg just stares at me waiting for more explanation, but I stay silent. "Why are you worrying about your friend, Nialler?" he finally asks.

"Well, they've been acting a bit odd for awhile, but I don't know why. And not just that; they've been chasing after this person they like for awhile and keep being rejected, but still won't give up. I guess I'm just worried that they're gonna get hurt if they aren't more careful," I rant.

Greg claps his hand on my shoulder and grimaces. "Niall," he begins. "Am I sensing jealousy?"

For a moment I'm too dumbfounded to respond. "Me? Jealous? No, of co--well, actually..." I ramble senselessly.

"Does my baby brother have a crush on someone he can't have?" Greg teases.

"Well, maybe, I guess, yeah. I dunno. Maybe I just feel the need to be protective because it's a good friend of mine?"

"Niall, last I checked you were only ever this protective over family, Sara to an extent and that kid you used to always hang out with."

"Liam?" I mutter, surprised that Greg is bringing him up.

"Nialler, you were more protective over Liam than I've seen you be over anyone. Although, you avoided him during the time he needed that protection most, so that was pointless. I mean you really weren't helping him much at--"