It takes more than an Apology (Nouis Horamlinson)

Heartbroken

~Louis POV~

I flutter my eyes open as I stretch taking in my surroundings, I was in Zayn's guest room, I yawned, still tired from yesterday, good I didn't get drunk if so I would be dying right now.

Then I remember why was I at Zayn's room, OH MY GOD.

YESTERDAY.

Niall.

Me and Niall had sex, and it was incredible, I never imagine that Niall could be dominant but ain't complaining. It felt nice when I kissed Niall, it felt right, nothing like when I kissed Eleanor.

I smile as I remember that Niall was sleeping next to me and slowly turned around to meet Niall's beautiful- pillow?!

Did he dream it all up?

He couldn't it felt to good to be fake, plus he was naked and it smelled like Niall, not weird at all.

"Fuck" I sighed and let my head fall

I felt soo... what's the word.. um.. oh yeah. Used.

But Niall wouldn't do that right?

I got up and went searching for my boxers, I found them next to to his ripped shirt, well damn Niall got a bit ruff, ugh! Niall I hope you're still here.

I got fully dressed and winced a bit when I started making my way towards the door, Niall dis fuck me hard.

I opened the door lightly trying not to make a noise and got out, walking quietly towards and down the stairs, this place was a mess but the maids were already working on it, rolling their eyes as they saw me, ok, rude much.

Zayn was nowhere in sight, probably still sleeping, bet he got some yesterday, I walked towards the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water and took a sip, then one of the maids came in with a large black trash bag throwing red cups and empty chip bags in.

"Excuse me, have you seen a blonde blue eyed boy around here?" I asked to the lady who turned to look at him thoughtfully

"Um, was he Irish?" The lady asked

I nodded quickly

"Oh yeah! I saw him leave a couple of hours ago told after he asked me if was there was any painkillers for his head" she smiled at him

"Oh" That's all I could said

I thanked her and walked out of the kitchen with watery eyes, I didn't want to cry but something told me I deserved it, but by the other hand I knew Niall wouldn't do this but shit I was wrong.

"Lou, bro, you okay?" A worried looking Zayn said, now in front of me

"Nothing, I'm fine" I wiped my eyes before tears actually fell

"No you aren't" he insisted

"I just, I just need to get home, see ya later bro" I patted his shoulder and walked out hurriedly from the house

Tears were now flowing down my cheeks, I really wanted to confront Niall about this shit but I couldn{t bring myself to do it, I have no right but I wish he would call or even a text explaning why he left, even though I know why, but I want to be wrong, because I love Niall and I feel like a 16 yearl old teen with hi¿er first crush.

Get your shit together Tominlson.

I then quickly got in my car and drived home, quickly running to my room once inside my house to avoid questions and worried eyes, because he knew his mom would have told him ´ I told you so´ because damn right she would.