Stupid With Love

It Had To Happen This Way

Niall P.O.V

I sat staring at the clutter on the small table in mine and Harry’s lounge room. The apartment seems smaller somehow, no longer welcoming. Like the walls are slowly closing in, but they aren’t moving fast enough for me to not feel the chocking feeling they are giving me. I can’t believe once again that I have fucked up. It doesn’t seem right that I am able to cause people this much pain, especially Harry. All I do is cause him pain, while all he does is try to help me, save me from myself and this world. But I don’t appreciate it, I never have. If I did, I would have seen it for what it was, but I hadn’t and once again I had made a horrible mistake. The sad part is though, is that I knew it was a mistake, even while I was with Liam I knew it was wrong, but I needed it. That doesn’t make up for the fact that I cheated on Harry, but at least I can acknowledge it for what it was. I don’t even have the guts to call Harry, too afraid of what he will do, how he will speak to me. But I need to talk to him, I have things to tell him, things that will change mine, his and everybody else’s lives forever. But I have to tell the other three first; if only so I can psych myself up to tell Harry.

I grabbed my keys and phone and walked out of the apartment thinking Zayn will probably be the easiest person to tell. We’ve had a relationship filled with tension these past weeks, but if anyone can understand my decision it’s Zayn.

Harry P.O.V.

I ran down the London street, having stupidly left my car keys in Louis’ flat, my feet pounded on the pavement as I rushed by bystanders on the sidewalk waiting for their food from street carts, waiting for a loved one, waiting for anything that might bring them the slightest bit of peace. I pushed past people who were not able to move out of my way fast enough; I left them with an apology that I yelled back over my shoulder, my words carried away by the wind before it reached their ears. The distance between Louis’ and Niall and mine’s apartment was short, but running now with only one goal on my mind, getting Niall back, it seemed like an eternity later that I found myself at our front door, doubled over and panting from loss of breath. I reach my arm up about to knock on the door, quickly remembering that this is still my apartment. I placed my hand on the knob surprised when it turned, either Niall forgot to lock it or I’m about to walk in on another very compromising situation. This time I don’t care, I need to get Niall back. I need to.

I push the door open wide, allowing it to hit the wall, creating a loud bang, letting anybody who might be in here know of my arrival. But the flat was quiet; I can’t hear anybody rustling around in the rooms, trying to gather clothes and various other possessions.

“Niall!” I call out into the empty, stale air of the apartment. I’m met with only silence.

Walking through the apartment I continue to call out, not wanting my appearance to take Niall by surprise.

“Niall, if you’re hiding somewhere and jump out when I walk past I will not be held responsible for the damage I inflict on you!”

There was nobody here. Maybe he had gone to see Zayn or god forbid gone to see Liam. I race out of the front door ignoring the lift and taking the stairs two at a time. I remember again that I’m left to travel to Zayn’s on foot. I ran the opposite way I had before, avoiding people the best I could, taking sharp turns down allies that would get me to Zayn’s faster. I lifted my hand to knock when the front door opened inwards, making me lose my footing and stumble forward, hitting Zayn in the chest with my raised hand. We both stared at each other, before both taking a step back, Zayn with a confused look across his face, while I mumbled an awkward apology under my breath.

“What are you doing here, Harry?” he asked, stepping out of the flat and locking the door behind him.

“I’m looking for Niall, have you seen him today?”