Strong (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Wrong Move, Right Timing

Niall's POV

I went down to the kitchen to get a glass of milk to help me get a good sleep. I noticed that these past few days, I don't have a proper sleep at all becaus everytime I sleep, I fell restless.

As soon as I got one, I drank all the contents of the glass. As soon  as I washed the glass, I placed it away to the cabinet and returned the carton of milk to the fridge.

When I was about to walk upstairs, I heard the front door creak open. I realised that it was Harry. I checked the wall clock and realised as well that it's already 1 am. He is unusually late.

"Harry," I said as I went down a few steps in the stairs. "I thought you were already home."

He looked to me and spoke, and I smelled the traces of alcohol coming from his mouth. "I went somewhere and then to a pub."

"Somewhere?" I asked. "Where?"

"Where Sasha is buried." He suddenly answered. I was taken aback with his answer. He went to the cemetery to visit Sasha? But why?

"What were you doing there?" I asked.

"I just visited her. She is very important, you see," he said chuckling. It is pretty obvious that he not himself anymore.

I walked to the door and locked it since he did not close it. "How did you get home? And where is your car?"

"I rode a cab of course," he answered as he sat down the couch. "And my car is at the pub. Someone took care of it for me. I can't drive you know? And I don't want to die just like what happened to Sasha."

"Mate, you're drunk." I told him. "Let me help in bringing you to your room." I offered. He laughed.

"How much do you love Sasha, huh Niall?" he asked

"I don't get you." I said. "Why are you asking such?"

"Just answer me," he said. "Was it the same way that I loved her?" he asks

I looked to him and then it hit me. I never knew because he never said. "I loved her so much."

"That is why," he nods as he stands up. "That is why he can never see me more than a friend."

"You used to like her?" I asked

He laughed. "What is there not to like Sasha?" He asks. "I guess everyone does." he says. "I am so through with you. You had Sasha last time and now, Alyson. You are so lucky, Irish Niall. You have both of them falling hard for you. I just wondered, why could someone like them won't fall for me? Is that because of the reputation I have?"

"You cannot force them to love you Harry." I said. "They loved you. And what is it with Alyson? We are not even together."

"Yeah right." he said as he walked towards me. "You two might not be together but she likes you Niall. She likes you! And I am wishing that I could be you for once so that I will know how it feels to be loved by a person you love." he said and then he walks away before I could say anything.

She likes me or all of this is just a dream?

I looked back the stairs and this time, Harry is nowhere in sight.

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Alyson's POV

I sat down at the edge of my bed as soon as the alarm clock in my bedside table rang. It was so loud that I scurried out of bed as soon as I heard it.