Loved You First [[[Niall Horan]]]

Chap Sixteen | That's Okay ✰

It's 12am. and I have to finish this because I just need to and I want to.

This was very dramatic, I didn't have time to proofread.

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A n n e  |  Chap Sixteen ✰✰✰

I dried my tears with my shirtsleeves after all that I've heard. I guess that was it. I guess that was all I'm waiting for, to finally hear Niall's part and hear him say that I am no longer important to him. But it only hurt, every single time those words echo back through my head. It only makes me sad, and awful and very hurt. Hearing my only best friend, who held out this pinky promise and crossed his heart that he will always be with me and protect me through thick and thin, said that he was over our friendship, and that he doesn't need someone like me. I get that. People change. That's something I should've told myself in the first place. I just hope and pray he wouldn't be disappointed, or do something reckless when he finds out what Megan is really up to. If he ever comes back, I don't know if I can have him again, or maybe I won't be there for him anymore.

My shirt was white. And I saw smudges of blank eyeliner on it. I wear eyeliners a lot. But this time, looking at the smudge, I was not even thinking of redoing it. What's the point? Eyeliners won't make me look better, feel better.

I heard the door creak open and I saw Harry coming in. He looked down on me, maybe staring at my horrible position and face. I saw his eyes widened. He was probably expecting me to be asleep, but here I am, curled up in the side of the door to hear what they were all talking, with black makeup all over my face.

"Anne..." He sat down beside me, as I gave him a smile, a fake one, a smile that could turn into a crying face in seconds.

"Don't force yourself. Cry." Harry's husky voice whispered as he put his arms around me, and pushes my head slowly to his neck. I buried it, and I cried once again, hoping it would be my last cry.

N i a l l  |  ✰✰✰

I looked at the clock and it was already 1 in the midnight, and I still couldn't fall asleep. I looked at Megan's face as she slowly inhales, her eyes closed. She is really pretty, she looks like an angel, and the way she speaks takes me to another world. How can they all accuse her of something like that. I know she won't leave me. I know she isn't hear just because of fame and money. I know it.

But I know I'm doubting myself too. Who am I kidding? Five people versus the two of us, telling me to stop liking this girl because she is the devil, when all I could see in her is a beautiful soul. The way she combs her hair slowly with her hand, the way she laughs and her eyes crinkle, the way she smiles at me when I try to hold her hand, the way she tells me that she enjoys me and that she's glad she met me, and how she's lucky to have known someone like me, who always makes her laugh and smile. The way we spent the whole night just talking, how she told me that she never had a father, neither a brother, and that her boyfriend left her for someone else. She said she's never felt this way over a man, whom she's suppose to hate, but she never looked at me that way. She believes in me, that I can save her, and I will, if I can. How can they not see that? She needed me, and I need her. We can work this out. Megan and I.