He opened his mouth to speak but didn't say anything.
"That's what I thought." I took a pause. "Why, Niall? Why'd you feel the need to lie to me?"
He sighed. "Because I don't think you'd particularily like where I was going." His voice was raising. "And I could ask you something as well. Why'd you feel the need to come spy on me, figure out exactly where I was? That's not boyfriendly insincts, that's called being nosy!"
"Nosy?" I yelled. "Nosy! Really! I was worried about you and that whole ordeal with Harry! You should be grateful I care about you this much to actually go see if you were there!"
He laughed. "Oh, really? I should be grateful for having a boyfriend that doesn't let me go anywhere without telling him exactly when I'll be back and exactly where I'm headed? Not likely." He crossed his arms.
"Niall, look, I'm sorry. But I want to know what Harry said to you."
"I'm not sorry, and I'm not telling you, because it's none of your goddamn business what he said to me." He retorted and I gave him a look of shock. "Why do you even care? You hate him!"
"That's more a reason for me to want to know!"
He disregarded my words and continued ranting. "I can't have friends and have discussions with other people without you meddling and trying to figure out the exact words they said! It's honestly quite pathetic!"
"Pathetic? What's pathetic is that you don't trust me enough to tell me where you're going!"
He sighed. "Look, Liam, I'm done with this discussion."
"No, this discussion is far from over!" I yelled, grabbing his wrist. He shook away violently and gave me a disgusted look.
"Don't touch me!" He paused. "Liam, if you're going to act like a child, then maybe I should just leave."
"Niall, just tell me where you were." I said sharply.
"I was with Harry, okay!" He yelled. "I was with Harry!"
"What?"
"Yes, I was with him. He wanted me to hang out with him."
"Niall, are you mental!" I yelled over his voice. "After all he did to you, you forgive him, and you're hanging out with him? That's honestly so baffling to me. He ruined your life, and I doubt he'll hesitate to ruin it again."
"He actually made me feel like I meant something!"
I took a long pause. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't fight with him like I do with you now. He made me feel like I don't actually have a possessive boyfriend that's obsessed with me and everything I do!"
"Oh, really, I'm possessive?"
"Yes, you are, and I'm sick of it! I can't take this anymore! You're possessive, you're obsessive, you're nosy, you're selfish, you're rude, you're an asshole, and you're a terrible boyfriend! I can't take it! I'm sick of you walking all over me! I'm sick of you! We're over!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, it felt like there were a thousand knives piercing my skin, right into my chest. I froze. I couldn't move. He was still giving me that disgusted look, but he was backing away and shaking his head. He put on his shoes and grabbed his coat, going for the door. I still couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I was still processing this.
He looked me dead in the eyes.
"What?" I managed to stammer.
"It's over, Liam." He said quietly, swinging the door open. He left, and as soon as the door closed was the exact moment that I broke down and started crying, repeating to myself, "What have I done?" No, we couldn't be over. Not after everything we'd been through together. I sat against the nearest wall, knees pressed to my chest, and sobbed. What have I done? I managed to let the only person keeping me alive at the moment slip through my fingers. I let him go after one little thing, and that little thing was so incredibly stupid. He didn't understand that I was only worried. I kept repeating the words he said over and over.
"Possessive"
"Obsessive"
"Nosy"
"Selfish"
"Rude"
"Asshole"
"Terrible boyfriend"
Maybe I really was a terrible boyfriend. I didn't deserve Niall. I didn't deserve anyone. I sat, curled up on the floor, for around an hour, before I realized that I couldn't let him get away this easily. I couldn't live without him, and I needed to apologize. I needed to admit that I was being stupid and I shouldn't have overreacted to him lying to me, because if I were him, I would've lied too.
And I realized that if I didn't move fast, I could lose him. Forever.
Chapter Nineteen - What Have I Done?
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