Something Great (Niall Horan)

Chapter 24 - 22 Hours of Hell

Warning- this chapter is extremely long, and I refuse to break it into parts. Read on!

Chapter 24 - 22 Hours of Hell

§•Niall's POV•§

I watch the ground get smaller and smaller, until I see nothing but clouds. Harry's still sitting next to me, who the hell knows why, and still thinks I'm listening to music. He glances at me, then starts thinking. Don't realize it, don't realize it.

"Fibber." He says, pulling my earbuds out.

"Huh?" I ask him, rubbing my ears.

"They aren't even plugged into your phone." Harry says, pointing to my phone, which has nothing attached to it. Oops.

"Yeah they are." I say, slowly plugging them in. He glares at me.

"Ugh, what do you want?" I ask him.

"Come sit with everyone else." Harry says.

"No." I say.

"Why?" He asks.

"I don't want to talk about it." I mumble. He glares at me.

"Does it have to do with Kristin?" He asks. I shrug, nodding.

"I think she's mad at me." I say.

"Why would she be mad at you?" Harry asks, confused. I shrug. If I knew, it wouldn't be bothering me.

You know, I said I didn't want to talk about it, and I'm not going to. I put my earbuds in, blasting my music. Harry sighs. I lean against the armrest, my hand holding up my head. Luckily, I had shoved a pillow in my carry-on. And since we're just so awesome, and cause we're One Direction, these seats move. I mess with mine until I'm laying back. Harry pulls my pillow out of my carry-on, and hands it to me.

"Thanks." I mumble.

I put my pillow down, and curl up on the seat. I keep my phone in my hand, turning down the volume to a reasonable setting. Like, almost off. Harry gets up, walking into the other room. I shut my music, pulling out my earbuds. I can hear them talking.

"Is he ok?" I hear Tori ask.

"Not really." Harry says. He so updated her when he got her.

"I feel bad for him." Rosa says. I stand up, standing in the entrance to the other room.

"You shouldn't." I say. They all snap their heads in my direction. Harry pales a little.

"That's not what I-"

"I don't care what you meant, I don't want you feeling bad for me." I cut her off.

"Niall, watch it." Liam warns me. I flip him off, walking out of their view. I lay back down on the seat, crossing my arms over my chest. I wasn't pissed a second ago. Harry walks in, looking straight at me.

"Just leave me alone." I mumble.

My face is really red. That's how pissed off I am. He sits next to me, and I mentally groan. I grab my pillow, putting it over my face. I cross my arms over my chest again. I can feel him staring at me. I could go lock myself in the bathroom, no one would bother me there. I hear him stand up, and walk back into the other room. I pull my pillow off my face, staring at the doorway. I wait for him to come back in, which he doesn't. Ok, whatever.

"He'll be ok, right?" I hear Rosa ask.

"I doubt it." I hear Harry say. That hurts, he doesn't think I'll get better. He said he'd help me, but he doesn't think I'll get better? My eyes fill with tears.