Empty Inside (Diall)

Niall || Part Four

 

       He lost.

       He placed his gaze elsewhere, and continued talking to some stranger I had no idea who. At least, it wasn’t female, which was enough to keep my anger in check.

       I heard Liam’s defeated sigh behind me, “Talk it over, mate.”

       Yeah, that’s definitely great advice, Liam. It’s not like I’ll punch him or anything.

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I do not believe in violence.

I do not believe in violence.

I do not believe in violence.

I do not believe in violence.

—But, when it came to Joe, I would definitely change my non-violent believing ways. That’s how much his act of easygoing-nice-guy annoyed the hell out of me.

He scratched the back of his neck, finally understanding I wasn’t going to fall for his disguise a second time.

I might as well play with it though.

“How’s your band?” I asked, startling him with my sudden tone of friendliness.

“G-good, yeah, we’re doing well…” he nods awkwardly. I smirked on the inside; at least it looked like he was suffering. “How about—”

“Our band’s dong fine too.”

“I was about to ask ‘How about Demi?’ but that’s alright too,” he smiles sheepishly.

My fists were already clenched; it was about time I’d explode. I couldn’t even keep a friendly smile on – not that I even had one on in the first place.

Liam, this is that worst advice you’ve given me so far. If this doesn’t end well, I’m blaming you.

I notice him gulp; I assumed he finally sensed my anger. “So, she’s told you?”

Well, not the exact details. “Yeah.”

He sighed, taking a seat, and breaking eye contact. “Please tell her I’m sorry.”

“That’s quite a short apology,” I commented bitterly, “Nothing else to add?”

He looked up at me, and I couldn’t quite read his expression, but there was definitely guilt in there. Good. “I didn’t mean to say those things to her…I was mad.”

Things? “She never told me what you said exactly, mind telling me?”

“I’m sorry I just broke into anger and said—”

“What. Did. You. Say?” I glared, determined to get an answer from him.

“I told her that…” he paused, sighing, “…that even if you fell for her, you’d get over Demi in seconds—”

I was mad—no, furious—whatever was worse.

What kind of sentence was that?

What the hell did they really fight about?

And, wait,that sentence sure was offensive.

What kind of sentence was that?

“—and she pretty much broke down in tears…and…I’m so sorry, please tell her I’m sorry. I’m too much of a coward to even call her,” he pleaded, looking at me seriously. What was their conversation even about, I wonder.