CHAPTER SIX

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by stylesoriginal

by stylesoriginal

Niall's P.O.V

After I open the door to my apartment things seem to have gotten worse. My flat is a bigger mess than usual. The couch is on fire, my fridge is missing, and the remote is still broken which means I am forced to watch disney channel. I glance over at Greg nervously, and his face is paler than a bucket. I grab his hand so he doesn't decide to back out and run away, also for reassurance: he tightens his grip on me.

"Wahoo" Greg exclaims.

"I know. Are yah still scurred?"

"Nope" Greg says popping the 'p'. Adorable.

I lead Greg to our destination. On the way I see Harry in the corner crying, rocking himself back and forth whispering "I'm sorry" to himself repeatedly. Poor lad he thinks it's his fault but really it's mine. I take one last look at him and walk away.

"Okey Greg just take er 'ight and yah should be there."

"You're not comin' wit meh Niall?"

"I fink it's best if one of us stays back."

"What 'appened t doin dis togetder?"

"We still arr, Greg. I'm just goin't be behind the scenes," Wow I am a big a$$hoL3. But he has to do this alone. I can't go back in there. It's too traumatic for me. All the memories will come flooding back and I'll just runawey hey and join Harry in his hourly crying sessions.

"Please Greg. I can't go back in dere." I don't tink I have ever been this vulnerable in me life !

"Fine. I'll see yah on der other side Niall." I hope so Greg. I hope so.