Fireflies

Chapter Six-Niall

My bedroom was were I stayed. I left to go to school for the two day but now it was the weekend. Liam and Louis kept knocking at my door but I just ignored them. It was Saturday morning and I woke up and just went to take a shower. I did my laundry and then had some toaster made chocolate chip waffles. My mom called me. I let it go to voice mail. "Niall sweetie please call me or I am breaking into your house." I think listening to that gave me the first smiled I had in three days. I hit callback.

"Niall?! Oh my god, thank god you are okay." I heard her voice was full of joy. "Hey mom. I just need to take a break ya know?" I hope she does cause I seriously just want to be alone. "Yes, I just wish I could help you be lonely. Make sure you don't do anything stupid. Lonely has a bad influence on the mind." I sighed. "Love you mom." I said. "Love you too baby."

Hanging up, I flung myself on the couch. Harry kept going through my mind. Go how I wanted to talk to him. He wouldn't listen to me. I wouldn't listen to me.

An empty canvas stood in the living room. It stared at me. Blank paper was scattered on the coffee table. Some paper had sketches on them. They were all of a boy in a room filled with red and a man yelling gut the boy was looking outside a window. Out of the window was a bunch of fireflies flying in the sky. It was only a sketch. I decided I would start sketching it on the canvas.

As I copied the sketch my mind kept following back to Harry. I wonder what he would say about it. Never really heard him compliment anyone before. He just called me "Mr. Perfect". Actually the first time I heard him call me Niall was when he was yelling at me. My hand dropped off the canvas.

It killed me to admit I missed Harry. He smelled like cigarettes and coffee. I never liked the scent of cigarettes until we went to that cafe. Zayn somehow got Harry. How can a guy like him get a guy like that. My phone started ringing. I ignored it. Contact to other people just didn't interested me anymore. It stopped ringing. Not less then 2 minutes later my home phone rang. Again, I ignored it.

"Niall, it's Liam. Come on dude. Barbara was a bitch but seriously deal with it like all guys do. Go to a strip club, get wasted. I'm right outside your apartment. I see that your lights are on. Niall I swear if you don't come with me, I'm dragging you out."

The phone clicked off. "Fine." I yelled to no one. I grabbed my coat and phone and walked out of my flat. Liam's car was parked right at my driveway. As I hopped in he just smiled. "You are one prescient bastard." I told him. "This bastard is gonna go and get you really drunk. Sound good?" I looked at him. "Sounds great."

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Six beers in and I was wasted. I don't usually go out drinking but I should more often. "So I go to his place and he is with Zayn and we yell, I punch him, I leave." I tell him. "So I go to this field, god knows where, and I call up Barbara. She was with a guy. Turns out she has been with several. So now here I am possible gay, possibly depressed and possibly suicidal." I downed my sixth. "And now possibly an alcoholic." Liam laughs lightly. He buys me another beer. "This really should be my last one, but I think I said that on my second one." I told him.

"Niall, don't get offended, but you are on fucked up guy." Liam says. I shrug. "I know, maybe more then you think." I said taking my beer. "Hey, it's Blondie!" I smirk and laugh lightly. "Shit." I whisper. "Niall?" Liam asks. "It's fine." I mouth. I chug my beer down. "Hello Zayn." I said turning around. He was alone but he was obviously on something. "What's new?" I ask smiling. "Beside me and Harry having great sex, nothing much." I clench my fists and look down. "Oh, did I hit a nerve?" He says teasing me. Zayn slowly started to walk toward me. "It feels great having him back. He is still the weak little thing I found him as. Each night I take out my bad day out on him and you know what, he doesn't try to stop me. He knows he is nothing and useless." He is right up against me. "The best part is when we have make up sex and he apologizes to me. You know what you can do? Absolutely nothing."

My fist shoots up and he gets a mean uppercut. As Zayn is lying on the floor groaning in pain, Liam grabs me by the back of my shirt and we book it. We jump in his car and drive. Fast.

Liam started laughing his ass off. "Dude! You're insane!" He screams. "Liam, just take me home." I said leaning my head against the car window. The laughter died down.

Back at my flat I just sat there. I waited for Zayn to possibly come looking for me. I wanted him to. I wanted him to put me through the same pain he put Harry through.

I deserve it.

AN: So just an average Saturday for Mr. Perfect... next chapter is going to be Harry and what he is going through the past two days and then 8 will be his view of Saturday. Comment and vote! Thanks!