Too Good To Be True (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 13.

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He sat next to me, I could feel him looking at me with a sad face.

-How's he?-I asked him, lifting my head up.

-Well, he's awake now, but it still hurts him... do you want to see him?

-No.

-He doesn't stop asking about you.

-Tell him I'm home, that I've left, anything.

-How are you?

-I don't know.

-Can I ask you something?

-Sure.

-Why are you crying? Is it because of the way Harry is feeling now, or for the reason Josh hit him?

-I don't know, maybe a bit of everything.

He got up, looking upset, and avoided looking at me.

-Is there something wrong?-I asked him, as I came closer to him.

-I guess that's not what I wanted to hear.

-I can't help what I feel.

He looked at me with a serious face, and I knew from it that what he was about to say would hurt.

-Would you do the same for me?-he looked away, staring at the horizon.

-What do you mean?

-If I was Harry, would you go, or would you cry as you're doing, would you feel like that?

I doubted for a second, he looked me in the eyes. I couldn't lie to him, not him.

-Do you want me to be honest?

-I just want the truth.

-I don't know, I can't imagine you doing what Harry's done. I can't imagine you sleeping with your friend's girlfriend.

-What if Josh wasn't my friend? What if it wasn't that girl?

-I can't see you doing anything like that Niall. You're too good, too sweet, someone like you can't do that. And if you did, it probably hurt the same or even more.

He looked at me one last time, but he smiled. And he left. It was already 8.30, I was still sat there, thinking about everything that happened, when someone came in.

-Hey.-he said, smiling.

-Hey.

-Look, I brought you some food.-he said, handing me a plate.

-No, thanks, I'm not hungry. I'm going to go home now.

-Whatever you want.

-How's Harry?

-He keeps on asking about you, his head aches and doesn't stop spinning around.

-I'm leaving, then.