3,000 Miles Away: Niall Horan

Chapter 24

Niall's P.O.V

After Skylar left I continued what I'd been doing before she had entered my bedroom. I repeatedly punched the wall over and over again. Alot'of anger had built inside me in the previous hours; at myself, Simon, and myself once again.

I called Simon to come clean about everything. I told him about Tara, Henry, and everything with Skylar. He was actually furious with me, when I had originally thought he'd be understanding of my situation.

*FLASHBACK *

"Simon I need to come clean about some things. My almost ex-fiance, Tara, has my kid, Henry. I didn't know about him for almost 2 years and I recently found out about him. I'm going to make things right and be a part of his life. -" I got cut off by Simon.

"Fuck! Niall! Could you not keep it in your fucking pants!?" Simon screeched. He was completely furious.

" Excuse me?" I asked, raising my voice.

"I swear to God, if anything about your fucking predicament gets out to the media, I will end your career faster than it began! Do you hear me?" Simon screamed on the other end.

"Listen hear. You fucking bastard! I don't give a flying fuck about any of your pathetic threats! You're all talk and no action. If you end my career that would include ending the band's as well. And we all know good and well you can't do without your precious money that we bring in. Threaten me one more fucking time about this stupid shit and I will leave you and your fucking company. Your entire career will be over and you'll be known as the man who tried to end One Direction's career. Don't ever fucking threaten me again." I yelled. I was now fuming.

"Strike one Niall." Simon spoke, before ending our call.

I threw my phone against the wall. I watched as it fell to the floor, the screen shattered. I stood from my place on the bed. I punched the wall, eventually putting my fist through the dry wall. I needed to releave my anger. This seemed the only way to do so.

*END OF FLASHBACK *

My fist went through the wall once again. My anger was overwhelming, consuming my actions causing me to lash out.

"Niall!" I hear a voice yell. I didn't look to see who it was as I continued to punch the wall. A pair of strong arms latched around my arms, restraining me.

"Harry fucking let me go." I hissed, struggling against him. For an 18 year old he was strong.

"No not until you calm down." Harry said.

"I am calm. Now let go." I say through gritted teeth. Harry hesitantly dropped his arms. I straightened out my clothes. "Thank you." I say, turning to face the boy.

"Now if you'll excuse me I have some business I need to take care of." I excuse myself, turning around ready to punch the wall again.

"Niall do you not realize what you're doing to yourself? Take a look at your hand and the wall. Do you not see what you're doing?" Harry asked, pointing to the damage I've done, not only to myself but the wall. I shamefully look at him, dropping my arms to my side.

"Do you not see what you're doing to Skylar? She's in her room crying because of everything that's happened. Because you're hurting yourself. You need to apologize and make up with her, even if that means you aren't getting back together. Its more important to make things right more than it is to feel sorry for yourself or whatever the hell this is. Stop your pity party. Its pathetic. Grow up and accept what's happened. I'm sorry for being so harsh but someone needed to say it." Harry said.