Niall
Why am I in love with my best mate? I want to tell him how I feel but I don't think he will feel the same way. I was pacing back and forth in my hotel room and I found my hands trembling. I walked into my bathroom and found the razor I had left in my carry on bag. "I'm sorry." I whispered to myself as tears start streaming down my face. I brought the cold blade to my wrist and I slid it across my wrist, just below my palm.
"Niall. Are you in there?" I heard a soft voice ask. He was banging on the door and trying to break it down. I just kept crying and cutting, I couldn't stop. "Niall, open the door now!" the voice yelled. I put the razor back in my bag and cleaned up all the blood off the floor. I bandaged myself up and put on my teal sweatshirt.
"Yeah?" I half whispered once the door was open.
"What the hell Niall! We were worried sick trying to find you!" he yelled. I stepped back and almost winced because of the harshness in his voice. "I'm sorry Niall. I didn't mean to yell at you like that, I was just worried about you." he said in a quiet, almost relaxing tone. I looked back up at him and I had almost no words. 'How could such a perfect boy be so caring and nice?' I thought to myself. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his tall, skinny, yet muscular frame.
"I'm sorry I worried you Harry. I just needed some time to think." I said into his chest. His body almost swallowed mine considering he is 5'10" and I'm 5'7".
"It's ok Niall, we just need to get back to rehearsal. By the way, what did you need to think about?" he asked, breaking the hug. I instinctively looked down at my wrists and I started to rub them. "Niall, what have you done?" he asked with a concerned look.
"Nothing." I quickly answered. I couldn't take it anymore, he was just flirting with some bimbo and he wouldn't even talk to me. He told us a while back the he was bi. I had just started to have feelings for him last year when we started the Up All Night tour. He grabbed at my wrists and I winced in pain. He pulled my sleeves up and he started in shock at the scars that were visibly present.
"Niall." he paused, "Why?" he started down at me with those perfect green eyes. He looked like an angel standing above me then I did it. I pulled my wrists out of his huge hands. I pulled his head down to mine and kissed his perfectly pink lips. I was expecting him to pull away, but he didn't. He put his hands on my waist and I brought my other hand up to his neck. I was almost on my tiptoes trying to meet his towering height. He finally pulled away, and I sighed at the loss of contact.
"Guys, come on. We have to get back to rehearsals!" I heard Louis yell through the door.
"This never happend." Harry said in a harsh tone, then walked out the door. I stood there for a second, trying to wrap my mind around what just happend. I left the room and walked hurrily down the hallway trying not to be noticed by anyone. I walked into the room where we were going to practice and I sat next to Zayn.
"You okay Niall? You ran put of here pretty quickly." he asked.
"Yeah babe, I'm fine." I said, then I kissed his cheek. You see, Zayn and I are dating and have been for a couple months now. When we came out everyone was was actually pretty chill about it. Don't get me wrong I love really do love Zayn, but I love Harry too. Why does everything have to be do complicated?
(A/N: HEY GUYS, LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. WHO DO Y'ALL SHIP, ZIALL OR NARRY? LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS.)
