Summer Love // Niall Horan

Chapter 51 - Spaces

|| NIALL ||

The last hug we shared together was the beginning of the extreme sadness starting to grow in the pit of my insides. It was one of the best hugs that I'd gotten, so warm, so comforting, and is full of love, yet it was also the worst ones I'd gotten because Isabelle walked the promise of leaving me, well, for a week only, but still, I don't get to talk to her, hug her, kiss her, hold her at night when I sleep, and share a laugh with her.

I stood there for a couple of minutes, crying for Christ's sake, without giving a care if anyone would laugh at me nor even look at me. God my girlfriend, the love of my life just left me. I don't care if I was called a 'pussy', I just want to be with her again even if we are separated from each other for 7 minutes and 25 seconds. I don't even know I was counting every second.

"Niall!" I turned around, hoping it was Isabelle, but it wasn't. It was Barbara.

'Go away.' I said in my head.

"Oh my god, I looked for you everywhere! Where had you been?" She is hugging me already, but my body was like a robot, unresponsive and useless without the person who makes it strong. I just stood there, looking at the pale blue sky, my attention too far from Barbara, I bet she couldn't catch up.

"Niall, I just asked you a question." Her tone came out like she is ordering me. My fists start to clench together, knowing that she is ordering me like I was something, not a somebody.

I let go from the hug, causing to form the sour look on her face.

"What is wrong with you, Niall?! God, an hour ago you are laughing with me, now you are pushing me away! For fuck's sake, are you having PMS?!" That really strike my heart, knowing that she in fact just called me a 'pussy' in a more less rude way, but still, she doesn't know what I've been going through and she doesn't have a right to even ask me like she's my girlfriend, when in reality she isn't. And she won't be. Never.

"First of all Barbara, you are not my mum, sister, or even my girlfriend to even speak to me like that. Second, how the fuck will I even get PMS when I am not a girl?!" I was literally angry, every word came out like venom, and to be honest, I like it.

My words slapped her hard, her face turned from anger to hurt and sadness, which I didn't bother to even fix. It felt good inside of me to know that she probably knows now how her words felt like when she basically spit it out to me and how I received it.

"I should probably go." I muttered and walked out of the scene, shaking off the words she yell at me, good nor bad, I didn't care. I just want to see Isabelle once again even if a glance or a stare is all I can get.

**

When I reached the cabin, everyone was lazily sitting on the couch, Harry basically occupied the 3 seater couch by laying on it, Perrie and Zayn were on the left love seat, while Liam and Louis sat on the other love seat, which makes it weird, since the two other girls are missing, but then, I found the both of them in the kitchen preparing something for dinner.

"Hey, Niall." It was Liam and now, he is standing in front of me and hugged me in a brotherly way. Maybe I didn't notice him leaving the couch.

"What happened to you? God, you are a wreck."

"Just having a rough day." I hope he can satisfy with that answer.

But he didn't.

"Is it about you two?" I nodded instead of speaking. It was less depressing to just let my actions speak for me rather than speaking. Speaking seems like repeating to myself she we are now separated from each other, but it wasn't due to one of us leaving each other behind but, it was due to my mistakes.