The Boy Next Door (boyxboy)

Chapter 9

Liam’s POV

“What is wrong with you Harry!?” Harry had just ranted on how Niall got lost and every single word that was said and all I can think is what an idiot. It’s been a week since they broke up and all Harry does is complain. “Did you not even listen to what he said to you!?” He frowned.

“He’s fucking disturbing my education! I don't deserve this Liam!” 

“Harry! He’s sick! You entering this relationship was also your choice knowing this could actually happen. You knew this would happen one day! But look at this in his side. He has been living alone and unloved in a big empty house for years and suddenly someone comes along and he falls for them and then he makes a small mistake. One. And the first one he has made and that one person who he actually trusted just walks away. Think about it Harry!”

“I don't deserve this Liam! I didn't do anything wrong!” I groaned.

“You’re impossible”. I walked out Louis’ house and began to drive. Harry is being an ignorant twat. I actually can’t believe him. If I was in Niall’s point of view right now I’d be completely heart broken. I parked the car and got out, walking to the door, knocking three times. I heard nothing and frowned, knocking again. I waited for a few minutes and went to knock again but the door swung open. I gaped at him, as he's wearing a stained t-shirt, along with creased trackies. His eyes have massive, dark bags under them and he looks so much thinner than before. He opened the door more and I walked in cautiously. There is littered boxes of partially eaten delivery food which, mixed with his seemingly to be 56-hour-showerless body, creates an aroma that smells like hurt. “Niall are…are you okay?” He moved some of the used tissues, dirty dishes and boxes off the couch so we could sit down. I know this is out of the ordinary for him. I know he has OCD therefore he is definitely not okay.

“Yeah I…I’m….I…I’m f-fi-i-n-n-” he began to sob and I pulled him to my side. rubbing his left arm to soothe him. “W-where did I…I go wrong? W-w-why did h-he give u-up on m-me?” I began to feel guilty and sorry for him.

“It’s okay shh. Harry’s an idiot. He’s being immature. He’ll come around”.

“B-but I screwed u-up! It’s my fault!”.

“No! Don't say that. Harry is just being an idiot, okay?” I noticed the fresh cuts on his arms but I avoided the topic due to his already fragile state. I remember how it felt to be heartbroken. It’s the worst feeling in the world. “But know that I care about you. You’re not alone okay?” He sniffed. 

“Y-you do?” He looked like he was a lot younger than me right now. He looked so innocent and vulnerable. I smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, we’re friends”.