The Pretty One (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Olivia's POV

My lip quivered as I bent down on the floor. "Hey Mum." I said softly. Silence. "I miss you so much. You should see how much Ella's grown up, she's so beautiful, just like you." More silence. "I suppose you know what's happened. I don't think I can cope anymore. I lost you and Dad and now Niall's broken up with me. I don't know what to do anymore. I feel lost without you. I wish you were here, guiding me." I bent down and kissed the gravestone, turning to my fathers just on the right. I ran my hands over the stone and brushed some dirt off it. "I love you both so much, I wish you were here." I shed a few silent tears before slowly getting up and walking back home. I took the long way round because I needed some time to think.

As I got close to the driveway, I noticed Niall's car there. He was waiting by the steps, waiting for me, I suppose. Reluctantly I went over to the door and unlocked it for him, he noticed me but neither of us said a word. I walked inside and went straight to the living room. He went past me, upstairs and I could hear him moving around. Reluctantly, again, I walked upstairs and to our room - my room - to see if he needed help. I walked in to see him in the closet and folding clothes into a suitcase. I slowly walked over to him and grabbed a few of his clothes and started folding them for him. He looked at me and I could tell he was a little shocked for a few seconds but he went back to what he was doing.

After a few minutes of a painful awkward silence, he finally spoke up. "You know you don't have to help me." I stayed quiet until I felt brave enough to reply.
"I want to."
"You know after yesterday, I wanted to call you. I said all those things but I never meant them. I didn't mean to hurt you." Oh funny, he didn't mean to hurt me, look how that turned out.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Yeah well you did." I spat out harsher than I meant. He stayed quiet. "Look. I don't want to fight with you. You hurt me so much and I don't think I can ever forgive you for that. You cheated on me and then left me for her. That means that so many of the memories we had together, you were never truly mine and as much as I want to, I can't hate you. I've loved you for years and I still do, we were together for so long that I'm pretty much incapable of hating you, believe me. All I really want to know is why." By now I was choking on my tears again but I really didn't want to. I was sick of crying. Sick of being weak. "I just want to know if it was  something that I did? Did I hurt you, didn't I love you enough? Where did I go wrong?"

I was sobbing into my hands now, but they weren't tears of sadness, they were tears of anger. I didn't want him to see me like this but I couldn't help it. He came over to me and hugged me but I moved away from him. I didn't want his pity. "It wasn't ever you. You didn't do anything, it was all me. I met All-"
"Dont say her name" I seethed.
"I met her a few years ago. It was after we had just gotten together in fact, but we were just friends then, I swear. We started to get feelings for each other only a couple of months ago but I told her I loved you too much to do anything. I didn't want to leave you."
"Yeah, that worked out." I muttered under my breath.

"Anyway, my feelings became stronger and I didn't want to lead you on anymore. I told her I would break up with you. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry." I said shocked. "Oh gosh, well all is forgiven now. I didn't realise that by you saying sorry everything would become great again. Don't worry we're completley fine now." I said with sarcasm dripping from every word. "Unless you didn't realise, genius, you didn't break up with me. I found out about her." I said with venom in my voice.
"Look I'm trying to be nice here. Don't start." He said matching my tone.
"Don't start what!? You were cheating on me and you still would be if I hadn't found out. You're just an evil, bitter, cruel man."

The words slipped out of my mouth and before I knew what was happening, I felt a stinging pain on my left cheek. My eyes widened and I raised my hand and slapped him back. He deserved it. "Get out." I said with my teeth clenched, anger taking over every nerve and fibre in my body. "Get the hell out of my house, Niall. Right now." He zipped up the suitcase and walked out to get the rest of his things I assume. I walked out of the room and back downstairs. He came down soon after and I turned away from him. From the corner of my eye I saw him near the front door but just as he was about to leave, he turned aorund and threw something sharp at my back.
"He's your key." Anger still evident in his voice.
"Good riddance." I replied back. I heard the door slam and turned back around. I walked over to the sofa and sat down, sighing. Thank goodness I didn't have work today. It would be just too much to handle.