Stand Up

Chapter 9

A/N guise sorry this took so long but BAM HERE IT IS YO!

Harry's POV

I'd gone outside to get a breath of air, to try and calm myself. Watching him watch her was killing me, the way his eyes would sparkle and a small smile would grace his face. He looked like those angels you see in paintings, so perfect and sweet. 

I guess I'd somehow missed them going outside.

When I'd pushed that door open and seen him pressing her against the wall, something in me had snapped. I'd been able to deal with her telling Niall that she loved him, smothering my anguish when I'd seen her press a kiss to his lips, but what they'd been doing had been too much for me. I'd lost it, pulling him off of her.

I touched my split lip, wincing. Niall had a hard fist.

Sitting on the chair in my room, I thought about what we were going to do. We couldn't continue this way; or rather, I couldn't. I knew it was selfish, knew that I should just let them be together and pretend like I could find someone else, but I couldn't. There was no one else in the world like her, no one worth my time. 

I needed her. 

There was a knock on the door before it creaked open, a bruised face peeking in. 

"Do you think we could talk?" he asked, his knuckles white on the door. 

"Yeah." I rasped, closing my eyes to clear my head for a second.

The door softly clicked shut, and he shuffled over to my bed, sitting on the rumpled sheets. I felt a pang in my heart thinking about who had slept in them last night. She hadn't wanted to, claiming she could sleep on the floor, but I'd refused, nearly forcing her into the bed.

She didn't know it, but I'd put a 'Do Not Disturb" sign on the door the next morning so that the maids didn't change the sheets; her scent would cling to the pillows, the duvet. 

"What happened last night?" Niall questioned, studying me.

I couldn't look him in the eyes, instead staring at the ground, following the pattern in the carpet.

"We talked." I tried to play it off, but I knew he wouldn't let that pass.

"What happened?"

I clasped my hands together, resting my forearms on my knees.

"I told her I loved her...and we kissed."

I glanced up at him to see fire flash in his eyes, color crossing his face. He was pissed, but determined not to act on it.

"What...did she say to you?"

I swallowed past the lump in my throat, squeezing my hands.

"She didn't reply until yesterday. She told me that she had feelings for me, but that she was with you."

"She...has feelings for you." It seemed as if he could barely get the words out.

"Yes."

His eyes closed, and I noticed that through the bruises, he looked a lot more tired than he had before I'd said anything.

"Noemi told Zayn that Amanda was seriously thinking of breaking up with me because she didn't want me to get hurt anymore. She doesn't realize that nothing that happens here could be worse than her breaking up with me. I can't let her do that, Harry. There has to be a solution." 

I shrugged, speechless.

The emotion in his voice was stunning. He wouldn't be the same at all without her. I missed the friendship we'd had, the camaraderie.