It is Complicated (Harry Styles Fanfic)

CHAPTER 30

CHARIS’ POV

“But now, I don’t know..” She cried. “He.. He just..”

“He left you?” He continued for me, his voice almost cracking at its peak.

I sighed and wiped off the tears from my cheeks again. Niall didn’t meet my eyes and his staring down his playing fingers. He’s such a best friend and he feels so much for me. He never changed; he’s still that Niall Horan who lets out some tears whenever asthma attacks.

            “Not necessarily. It’s really complicated.” I bluntly responded. “But this is the part that I really have to tell you before it’s too late, before anybody else. I won’t be able to bear it, if I lose you too.” It sounds so desperate and pathetic, but Niall’s my best friend. I know it and I can feel it.

            “Wait.” He breathed out. “I.. I need some air.” He stuttered as he rushed to the sink and splashed some water to his face. I can hear the water from the faucet still flowing and his heavy exhales and my hiccups that I hardly try to stop.

            He turned to me as I hand him some kitchen paper to dry off his face. “Can we, uh.. have some ice cream now?”

            I nodded and smiled. “I’m sorry.” I’m fucking sorry to make this look like a heavy steel stomped down to his heart. I never wanted this to happen and I never wanted to share the pain and misery I’m having with anyone, especially with Niall. He’s just such a happy and delighted person. But this is necessary and this is what he had been waiting for.

            “No, Charis. I should be. I’m so… sorry.” He whispered and pulled me into his arms, placing his hand at the back of my neck and pressed me to himself. I gave him the warmest hug I can at the moment I’m very weak. It’s all I got for now.

            After few minutes of just standing there in each other’s arms, I took out two spoons as he got the ice cream from the fridge. I sat on the island with my legs crossed as he took the stool. We ate in silence only sniffing and small sobs were heard before he started, “So, who’s this guy?”

            “Promise first that you won’t judge? And you won’t interrupt either. This is really hard for me, because I never told anyone, only you, Niall. I swear.” I told him as I feel my blood flowed up to the top of my head making it feel so heavy.

            “I promise, Charis.” He said leaning his gaze to my eyes and reached to grip my hand softly and I sighed.

            “It’s.. It’s Harry.” I whispered. My heart’s beating so fast like it’s jumping up and down not only inside me, but it’s like it’s all over the room. Jumping, hopping and skipping everywhere. Loud thuds that it leaves are all in my ears; my hands are shaking and slowly formulating sweat at the folds of the veins in my palms. I can imagine how red my face would be that it reached the tip of my nose and ears and all over my neck. I can feel water dancing inside my stomach like there’s a storm that makes a hurricane at the pit of it.

            I gulped down my own saliva together with some taste of the ice cream flavor. I pulled myself together and glance up to meet Niall’s blue eyes. They are no longer calming and comforting, it is breaking, questioning and vague. At first point, I thought, he’s no longer my best friend, but as I figure out what’s behind those stare and ocean blue watery eyes, he looked away and munched a tablespoon of the cold dessert.

            He cleared his throat before looking back at me again, flickering his eyes many times like he got something in there. Before letting out a deep exhale, “What did you say again?” He asked. His voice is weak but firm as it should be.