Can You Feel My Heart?

18: Tongue Tied.

Niall shook his head from thoughts about Harry and got up off the floor. If Harry wanted to see him, he would, regardless of his message. Niall couldn't shake that nagging feeling though. Why hasn't he done anything to talk to Harry, or even negotiate with him? 

The fact that Harry ignored your earlier call. 

But what if Niall called again? Surely he would answer this time? After that message, he must be expecting something from the blonde dyed boy. Surely? 

Before Niall knew what he was even doing, his mobile phone was in his hand, Harry's name up on the screen. All he had to do was press that call option. Then he could easily silence Harry forever. Easily. One word, Niall was sure. But Niall was weak. One word from Harry and Niall would be on that plane and off to Perth, waiting to see Harry's happy face in that dammed airport. 

Why was everything so difficult? 

Niall really needed to stop overanalysing things. It wasn't good for his stress levels. Did Niall even have stress problems? He wasn't sure. Who cares. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. 

"Niall? Baby? Is it really you? Am I imagining this again?" Harry answered, making Niall's brain run into frenzy mode. 

Again? Harry has imagined Niall calling him before? More than once? 

"Yeah um... Hi Harry." Niall weakly replied, sitting on his couch and turning on the lamp beside him. 

"Oh my god you really did call, Niall baby please, I know I shouldn't have run off, and I know I was stupid, but you have to believe me when I say; I don't hate you, I didn't leave for any reason like that. I just had to get out of Melbourne. I had to see my mother again. I just had to." Harry's voice got quieter and more fragile towards the end, his voice breaking on the 'I just had to' 

"Okay Harry." Niall answered lamely, not sure how he was supposed to answer that correctly.

"I miss you." Harry whispered, and Niall lost his patience. 

"Then you shouldn't have gone." he snapped, immediately regretting it. 

"I know that... but you... you’re supposed to understand Niall!" Harry yelled, finally breaking also. The both were in a screaming match before they knew it. "You're supposed to understand why I had to see my own mother!" 

"Understand that!? You expect me to believe that you just wanted to get up and leave after the sex we had? To see your MOTHER?! After the way we both acted? You can't just get up and go when things aren't good enough for you!" Niall screamed, his throat starting to hurt. 

"You don't see me getting up and leaving you." Harry said, and Niall almost didn't catch it. Almost. 

"Are you fucking serious?! How could you say something like that to me!" Niall yelled, and Harry scoffed over the phone. "Do you even understand what you just said?!" 

"You know that I could easily leave you for someone else. Get up and leave you ‘cause you aren't good enough for me." Harry spat, his voice low, dangerous.

Niall was on the verge of tears. But he wouldn't give Harry that satisfaction. He couldn't. What happened to the kind Harry that he was talking to only moments ago? 

"Fuck you." Niall said through grit teeth, his bottom lip wobbling slightly. "How dare you say that. I fucking hate you. Don't you dare come here. Harry, we're done."