The Love Triangle ( One Direction Fan-Fiction) #1

Breaking into pieces, You don't care

Niall P.O.V

I swore punching the kitchen wall.

I knew this time I had pushed it too far.

I really had lost her this time.

Tears ran down my cheeks as I felt the truth of the statement. I should had never pushed her about her parents funeral but the morgue had rang saying that the bodies were nearly fully decayed. I reached for the phone and dialed the local funeral home, if Belle couldn’t deal with this then I would. I would do anything for her and what did she say to me? I.Hate.You those words that tore a hole in my heart and had tears running down my face.

I was going to marry Belle, her mother and father had both given me their blessing before they died, that’s where they had been going the night of the accident, they had been going to the jewelers to pick up the ring for me. I had inscribed Forever and Always inside the ring. If anyone was to blame it was me, I hadn’t told Belle as I had dreaded her hating me but that was silly now, she hated me now anyway.

“Niall?” Liam walked into the kitchen but I didn’t respond, I still lent against the wall, sitting on the floor like I had been for the past several hours after I had arranged Fiona and Roberts funeral “The door was open and I heard yelling”

“Belle left me” My words broke on the last words. I felt numb as Liam’s hand wrapped around me. I was acting like a pussy but I really loved Belle. “This whole situating is fucked Liam! Fucked!” I looked up at him to see pity in his eyes, I didn’t want pity all i wanted was Belle

“It’s okay mate, we’ll get though this” We sat like that until the sun came up, liam went to his flat to change and I went to our bed, curling up. Belle’s scent was still present and i drank it in.

I lost chunks of time.

I remembered attending Belle’s parent funeral, Belle never showed up.

Belle never came home

I was drifting in and out of blackness half the time. Reality was bleak and painful where as the blackness offered numbness and closure, like death. The only breaks from bleakness I experienced was when Liam came over once a day to shower me and try to make me eat. I refused food. All I wanted and all I needed hated me. The love of my life hated me and I couldn’t fix it. I was a broken man.

Belle P.O.V

The days got better and worse.

My parent’s funeral came and went but I never went. Knowing Niall had gone behind me back hurt me deeply but I had Harry and the sex he proved, as a distraction. The paps covered the whole thing apparently Harry and I were a match made in heaven. If only they knew who i still pinned for late in bed when Harry was asleep. The rest of the boys and their girlfriends had declared themselves Switzerland. Not taking sides only Liam treated me a bit differently. He told be Niall hadn’t been eating, he was like a zombie and it hurt me but he had hurt me worse. Niall had ripped his trust and love away from me when I had needed it the most 

“Hey Lou is there any carrots left?” I asked as I looked in the fridge

“Yeah but I thought you hated carrots” He replied coming up behind me and peering in the fridge

“They’ve grown on me thanks to a certain someone” I said poking him in the ribs 

“Here” He said reaching to the very back of the fridge and producing a bag of baby carrots

“Thanks Lou!’ I said hungrily grabbing the bag and stuffing carrots into my mouth

“Slow down piggy, you might want to try chewing first” He said grabbing a carrot and dancing away before I could hit him

“Babe?” Harry whispered in my ear coming up behind me and wrapping his hands around my stomach, I suddenly had the instinct to vomit, I tore myself from Harry’s hands and ran to the bathroom where I was voilently sick. I hadn’t noticed that Harry walked in behind me and had been holding my hair

“You don’t have too see this, go away” I weakly trying to shove him away but failed, he grabbed a washcloth wiping my face. I brushed my teeth twice to get the yucky taste out of my mouth

“Louis! I think those carrots are off” Harry yelled as we walked out of the bathroom

“They can’t be! I bought them yesterday” He yelled back

“You sure?” Harry yelled

“Positive.Why?” Louis said looking worried as he noticed me

“Belle just threw up after eating half the packet”

“Maybe she’s got a bun in the oven” Louis joked and be both froze 

“It’s just a stomach bug Hazza” I reassured him “I’ve been feeling off for a little while now. I walked into the lounge room as causal as I could, Louis’ words however stayed with me

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I looked at the box I had purchased while at the supermarket. I was stupid for thinking that being pregnant was even a possibility. I was on the pill.End.Of.Story. I chucked the box into the bin and went to walk out when I stopped. If there was no possibility then it wouldn’t hurt to take the test would it?