It's Complicated {One Direction}

Chapter 14

Niall Horan

“Come on, drink it,” I heard Louis beg.

“No,” MacKenzie answered. I opened my eyes to see them both in the kitchen, Louis holding a glass cup of what looked like orange juice in his hand. MacKenzie was the way she had been since what had happened that night; white faced and red eyed. There were bruises on her neck, and she refused to look at a mirror. At this point, Zayn was no help.

“You’ve got to drink it, love. You haven’t eaten at all,” Louis said, and just by looking at his eyes, I could see how tired he was. His eyes were blood shot and looked pleading, his hair all messy and sticking to his forehead.

“No,” MacKenzie firmly stated crossing her arms. I threw the blanket off my body and walked to the kitchen. The young couple both turned their heads towards me as if I was the first human being to walk by in a really long time.

“What’s going on?” I asked, pulling some milk out of the refrigerator.

“Nothing. Just nothing,” Louis said, exasperated, and put the glass full of orange juice down on the table before leaving the kitchen. MacKenzie looked at it with distaste.

“You’ve got to drink it, you know, “ I said, half repeating Louis’ words. “Please, Kenz. You’re worrying everyone.”

MacKenzie looked from me to the glass, and back at me again. She slowly picked up the glass and gulped it down, much to her distaste. She put the empty glass on the table and got up, looking at me as if to say happy now?  I simply nodded my head and watched her leave the room. My stomach rumbled, as usual, and I stared at the pictures on the counter.

One was of all of us at the interview, smiling. The rest were of each individual couples. The first picture was of Zayn and Aleka at the ice rink, sitting down on the bench. Aleka’s ankle was on Zayn’s lap and he had ice on it. They both had somewhat weak smiles on their faces, Aleka’s tearstained and Zayn’s with a look of guilt. The second picture was of Louis and MacKenzie the day of the concert. They stood there, with Louis’ hand draped very protectively around her waist. The third picture was of Liam and Talia at the hospital, around the time Talia had gained consciousness. They were both in a hospital gown, covered in stitches and cuts, but still smiling with their thumbs up. The fourth picture was of Harry and Monica when they were sick in bed. They both had paled looks on their faces but still managed to smile at the camera. The fifth and final picture was of Liana and I, the night we had gone clubbing. It was an action photo of when I had picked her up by the waist. My hands were around her waist as she was in the air, her hands on my shoulders and a smile on her face as she looked down at me. I was smiling as well, as I stared up at her.

Then I remembered that Louis had told MacKenzie he loved her.

Psht, nothing I couldn’t do.

Wait a minute, what?

Having a girlfriend was no competing game, Niall, I told myself.

But I can tell Liana I love her, right?

Do I love her?

YES.

Whoa, get a hold of yourself.

The thought of her smiling face and those hazel eyes made me smile. The way she laughed, the way she talked, the way she ate. Everything was a turn on. Of course, since she was almost like the girl version of myself. She was everything I looked for in a girl, and considering that kind was hard to find, I couldn’t lose her.

I love her.

“Niall…?” I heard someone say, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw Liam, Talia, Zayn, Aleka, and Monica staring down at me. Aleka was eating a fruit salad of some sort, and had been in the process of putting a forkful of pineapple in her mouth, but had stopped midway. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were wide. The rest of the group had similar expressions on their faces.