Pain 2: Him (H.S)

Chapter 25

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Harry's livid reaction seems to slightly startle Niall as he cautiously steps back, but Conor remains unaffected.

The last time I had a proper conversation with Niall was when we were in the bathroom; the same day he touched me the way he shouldn't have, the same day he got the truth out of Harry without intentionally trying to...the day my world ceased life.

"Don't get your balls in a knot, mate." Conor walks towards me ignoring Harry's anger and pulls me into a hug, "you alright?" His unfiltered smile is kind of lightening up my mood and Niall seems unaware of what to say or do.

"Yeah..."

"Good," His smile widens but quickly drops when he looks to Harry. "We need to talk."

"Why'd you bring him?" He looks to Niall in disgust. In all honesty, I've missed Niall and the assurance that I had him whenever I needed an ear to listen to me or a shoulder to cry on. He was always there for me when I was in danger and despite Harry's hatred towards him, he remained a good friend throughout our short friendship. "I specifically told you to not tell anyone where the fuck I live! Why don't you listen? Why doesn't anyone fucking listen to me?" He steps away screaming at Conor but also at me. I remain silent, confused as to why they're here, and when I look to Niall to see his reaction, he shows me a small smile and I can't help but to return it.

"Lower your tone," Conor calmly tells Harry. Aside from Alan, no one has ever spoken to Harry like that. "I'm here to help you. Unless you want to put her in danger, I suggest you calm down and take me to your flat before I change my mind and leave."

"Danger?" He sarcastically laughs. I think it's sarcasm, I honestly can't tell. "Right, same bullshit as last time." He turns on his heel and begins to walk back to our apartment and Conor widely smiles at me before following him.

I purposely wait for Harry and him to turn around the wall so that I could walk beside Niall without having Harry question and yell again.

"How are you?" He quietly asks looking in front of him while we walk side by side. His baby blue jeans and white t-shirt compliments his shape and oddly, his purple hair suits him well. I thought the same thing the first time I saw it in school.

"Fine, you?" I ask over Harry's harsh exchange of words with Conor.

"Yeah, I'm doin' alright." When I look to him, he's looking down at me with a type of worry I don't think I've ever seen before. It's different but also unsettling, it's hinting that whatever they're here to tell us, it's not going to be good.

Harry waits by the door allowing Conor to walk in and he waits for us. I step inside and look back making sure he doesn't do anything until he blocks the door with his arm not allowing Niall to enter. "You stay out here." He spits.

"C'mon man, don't be like that." Poor Niall.

"Harry," I forcefully grip his arm and push it down. I hate this side of him and I understand he doesn't like him anymore because of his confessions about his intentions before, but I'm in no mood for anymore fighting or childish behaviour. "Stop being so rude." He stares me down but not hard enough to intimidate or make me regret saying it.

After a few seconds, he marches back into the apartment to where Conor is by the windows and I hold the door open for Niall.

"Sorry," I apologise for Harry's behaviour.

"Don't worry about it." He was never the bad guy. He was never even close to that, if anything, he was and still is one of the nicest, genuine, and humble guys I've ever known. It's honestly a shame his friendship with Harry broke so badly, but there's no reason for me to dislike him. He doesn't deserve to be treated that way especially since he had never treated anyone like that.