3,000 Miles Away: Niall Horan

Chapter 23

Hey I'm back! I have WiFi now. YAY!

Skyar's POV

" We broke up, you took me home, and that's about it." I said with little emotion. " I dont want to make it seem like I'm heartless and don't care but I'm afraid that if I open up too much that I'll break down again." I sigh, resting my head on my arms.

Harry arose from his place under the bench press. Sweat glistened on his face and bare chest. " Its okay. I understand. I know you're not heartless, breakups are tough." Harry said, wiping his face with a towel. He stood up going to another machine that looked like a torture device. He seemed like he knew what he was doing and every piece of equipment he touched he used with ease. Harry was a strong person on the outside, likely on the inside too.

" Tara was there before me and they have a kid. What am I supposed to do." I asked. This same question had been coursing through my thoughts ever since I broke up with Niall. I've racked my brain searching for an answer, never seeming to find one. It was frustrating.

" Yeah, Tara was there first. Niall was madly in love with her. He was ready to propose but she ended up walking out on him. He eventually moved on but it took him some time." Harry paused, breathing heavily. " You, and all of us included, will have to be suppportive of Niall. Its only a matter of time before this gets to the media. It'll put a lot of stress on him and possibly the band. We're his support system." Harry explained.

I nodded. I could definitely do that. Easy peasy. Maybe. Everything is going to be awkward- glances, silences, conversations- between us. Hopefully we can be mature about it and get along with each other. 

Harry moved on. I zoned out for a long time. I thought about my friends back home and what I'd left behind. It brought tears to my eyes. I quickly wiped under my eyes, ridding myself of those thoughts. Then impossibly my thoughts were consumed by Niall. His features, that one odd piece of hair that stuck up no matter what he did to try to make it lay down, or his beautiful eyes. I missed how they lit up when he was speaking of something he loved. His perfect lips that I'll miss kissing, but most of all, I'll miss knowing that he'll be there when I'm lonely or I need someone to just talk to. Of course I can still talk to him and have him as a friend but it wont be the same feeling.

Harry snapped me out of my thoughts when he spoke. " Do you really feel like this is home?"

" To be brutally honest when I first came here I hated it. I hated you and the guys, I hated Victoria. I just hated everything about this place. I saw how joyful all of you were all the time and decided that if I was going to be forced to live here that I'd enjoy myself. Its still not the same as Texas but its still okay. I like it here." I replied.

Harry nodded. " You need to talk to Niall."

*•*•*

Harry and I were back home. He'd convinced me to talk to Niall, make things okay with us. I was incredibly nervous about it. I had a gut feeling something would go wrong. I pushed that feeling aside, jogging up the steps to Niall's room.

I stood outside trying to gain my composure. I took in a breath, lightly rapping my knuckles against the wood. I waited a few minutes, nobody coming to the door. I knew he was in there. I could see the light from under the door.

I heard an odd noise coming from inside, a sound of something breaking. I slowly pushed the door open. I saw Niall, his head hung low as he leaned his forehead agsinst the wall, his hands hanging above him. His breathing was heavy. I looked to the right of him seeing a hole busted in the wall beside his head. Niall lifted his head. He brought his fist back, slamming it into the wall several times before he made another hole in the wall identical to the one he had previously made.

Niall brought his fist back again to repeat what he'd just done. "Niall stop!" I commanded firmly. His head snapped in my direction. I came closer to him lowering his arm back down to his side. His left hand was bruised and his knuckles were bloody. " You really need to put ice on that." I suggested.

Niall shrugged. "I'll be fine." He looked down at his hand before flexing it. He winced in pain but did nothing to try and repair the damage that he had inflicted on himself.

"Niall. We need to talk." I said softly. Niall nodded to his bed. We both sat down. There was a silence that washed over the room. I knew he was waiting for me to speak first as I was the one who said we needed to talk.

"Why were you punching the wall?" I asked staring at the floor, below me. It was a good place as any to start with. Niall glanced at the wall then back to me.

"Well, I was angry and I needed to take it out on something and I was like hey, wall." Niall explained. I looked over to him. I finally noticed his eye, swollen and purple.

"Oh my god! What did you do?"

" I don't remember. I was drunk." Niall shrugged.

"Oh." I mumbled. There was an odd silence again. I sighed. "Niall you know why I broke up with you don't you?" I paused, waiting for his answer but he never responded. "I broke up with you because Tara had your baby. She was there before me and I feel like I would interfere with that relationship."

"But Skylar thats the thing. You wouldn't interfere with our relationship. I dont even have a relationship with Henry or Tara yet. Tara, she's changed. She isn't the same person I was in love with." Niall spoke.

I glanced at him. He was looking at me but I couldn't meet his gaze. Niall grasped my hand. "Sky we could make this work. Unless you don't want it to work." Niall said.

"I do want it to work but, I just can't. Knowing that there is still something there with Tara will- I just can't" I sigh, taking my hand away. I could feel tears burning at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill. I couldn't let Niall see me cry, I would look weak. "I'm sorry Niall." I say standing up, leaving the room. I went to my room, laying on the bed. There was a knock.

I looked up seeing Harry enter. He kicked his shoes off joining me. "How'd it go?"

"Terrible." I say, burying my head in a pillow so Harry couldn't see me crying.

"Why was it terrible?" Harry asked truly concerned. I rolled over to lay on my back. I turned my head to look at him.

"Because he wants to get back together with me and I want to get back with him but I can't."

" Why can't you?" Harry asked.

" Harry he has a kid with another woman. He needs to form a relationship with his son and I would be a distraction." I say, wiping under my eyes. "Harry can you please leave?"

"Sure." Harry got up, gently closing the door behind him. I searched for my laptop. I opened the lid. I needed someone to talk to.

"Hey!" Sammy spoke on the other side of the screen. Her smile turned into a frown. "What's wrong?" She asked.

I shakily took in a breath. "Niall and I broke up." I say fiddling with the blanket on my bed.

"What! Why?" Sammy asked, leaning forward so she wouldn't miss anything.

"Long story short he has a kid with his almost ex-fiance. I broke up with him so I wouldn't be a distraction." I explain, not going into too much detail.

" Oh. That seriously sucks. I have something that might cheer you up, though. Lucas and I are together." Sammy says excitedly. I smile, showing my happiness for her when truly I wasn't doing too well myself.

Lucas came in view of the camera. He wrapped his arms around Sammy from behind her. She leaned her head back, meeting his lips. "Hey Sky. How are you?" Lucas asks, noticing me on the other side of the screen.

"Fine." I lie. "I miss you guys so much but, I have to go. I'll talk to you really soon. Bye." I quickly shut off my laptop not waiting for them to reply.

I fall back into my pillows, drifting to sleep thinking about how much I regret some things I've done in the past few days.