The Unluck of the Irish

Part 13: He's Doing Great...

It's been several weeks since Niall and I had broken up. I was miserable. I cried myself to sleep every night. I didn't like sleeping alone. I missed the way he used to wrap an arm around my waist before falling asleep. The worst part was the day I saw him doing an interview. They asked him how he was doing after our break-up. He actually said he was doing great. He was smiling, laughing, and making jokes. How could he be so happy?? I thought he loved me? Did our relationship mean ANYTHING to him?! Obviously not. Seeing that broke my heart so much more than it already was. I started crying again. I turned the TV off and started heading upstairs to lay in bed when I heard a knock at the door. I quickly wiped my eyes and looked through the peep hole. It was Harry... What was he doing here? I opened the door.

"What are you doing here?"

"Laura, you have to see Niall!"

"Why should I?? He broke up with me, remember!?"

"Listen, he's doing way worse than you may think.."

"Whatever, Harry... I saw the interview. He said he's fine."

He sighed. "Can I just Come in?"

"Sure..." I left the door open, letting him walk in as I headed for my couch. I sat down and he sat next to me.

"Laura... you realize he has to pretend he's OK, right?"

"Whatever.."

"Hey.. listen to me.. he's not eating... he won't sleep. We had to drag him out of bed to get him to even show up at that interview.."

" He's not.. eating?"

"No.. and you know he's always hungry.."

"But.. he's the one who dumped me.."

"Do you know why?"

"No..."

"He did it because he thinks you deserve better... he thought he was worthless because he couldn't walk. He thought you'd eventually leave him."

"What!? I would never do that! I love him! I don't care that he couldn't walk!"

"That's What we tried to tell him. But he wouldn't accept it."

"S-so.. how bad is it?"

"Pretty bad.. that's Why I came here asking you to see him.."

I gave him a sigh and thought about it..

"Alright.. I'll go.. but let me go shower and change.."

"Alright.. I'll just wait here.."

I ran upstairs and fixed myself up. When I came back downstairs, Harry was helping himself to a banana I had in the kitchen.

"Really, Harry?"

"What? I'm hungry.."

I slightly giggled and rolled my eyes.

"I swear you're part monkey..."

He giggled at my remark and we headed to his car. I can't believe I actually agreed to this...