sorry, i was busy with family yesterday
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.:Chapter Twelve: Everything is Fine:.
"I know I haven't been the best of friends these past few days."
The smallest hand movement.
"I do things without thinking about them twice, or how they will affect you two. And I know it was wrong for me to just run off on you guys when I know you were just concerned for me. I could've stayed and explained to you why I didn't want to talk about it."
Still, he stays by the door. What is it with them and fucking doors?
"And I'm sorry for dragging you two into this mess, especially when I could've avoided all this by not going off with Liam that day." Is he ignoring me? "Please, don't stop try to stop me from apologizing."
"What the fuck do you want me to say Niall?!" Harry seemed to snap before my very eyes, straightening up from his spot and locking eyes with mine.
Taken aback by his response, I stood rooted to the floor, feet taking me back a few steps before hitting the bed as Harry slowly made his way toward me.
"Tell me Niall, what do you want me to say to that huh? That it's all fine and dandy? That we don't mind being kept in the dark about things that can affect us? That Louis is okay with having endured Liam's whispered threats after interfering in the woods? That I'm perfectly happy with you going off with the same guy that hurt you, as if you haven't been physically and mentally hurt by him in the same day?"
With every step, Harry's eyes seemed to grow darker in anger, his voice not once raising in volume, constantly at only just above a whisper. However, when he mentioned Liam threatening Louis, I only looked up at him in shock. That was not something that I had known. Almost as if reading my mind, Harry smiled.
"Oh?" As if amused by my shock, Harry chuckled lowly, stopping before me and tilting his head. Any other time, it would've been cute but right now it was only a mocking gesture. "You didn't know about that? Didn't your best friend Liam mention that while you were staying with him?" Looming over me, Harry's amusement once again turned into anger, though this time it was dark and ugly, twisting his expression into one of utter fury. "Louis was practically in tears by the end of that week. I barely managed to get that little piece of information out of him, after lots of encouragement and reassurances that everything was and would be fine. He refused to tell me what that freak friend of yours said to him. Why do you think he's being this way with you? You're friends with the person that harassed the both of you." I'm too frozen in shock to even stop him from getting up in my face and pressing his forehead to mine, lips brushing mine. "Of course, you wouldn't know that since you're so absorbed in yourself."
It feels like I can't breathe, body fluctuating between hot and cold as his words run through my mind over and over again. I know he's right, that I haven't been paying attention to them like I used to, but my mind reels back from it refusing to come to terms with the truth of it.
With Harry's face so close to mine, I can't think straight; explanations and apologies dying on the tip of my tongue and I know he's waiting for me to say something, to maybe reassure him that I still care for them enough to explain things to them at last. But I can't, even I don't know the full story. Though that's not an excuse for not giving them what I know now.
Instead, I do the first thing I think of while in this mess, and press my lips to Harry's in a soft kiss, slowly pulling back to see his reaction.
His eyes are fixed on me, lips slightly apart and expression unreadable. Seconds pass by, and I raise my hand to his face, cupping it in my palm and stroking his jaw. Hoping that he can hear the sincerity in my voice, I apologize once again, hating that my eyes are beginning to tear up with the weight of all these emotions running through me.
He hesitates, if only for a split second, before he cracks a small smile though his face is worn and tired. His lips tremble, almost as if he's going to cry, and I press another chaste kiss to them, hoping that he won't. I may not return his feelings wholeheartedly, but I do care about him, even if I haven't shown it in the best of ways.
"I-I have to go check on Louis." Harry murmurs before gently pulling my hand off his face and with one last look at me, he's out the door, closes it and his footsteps fading out.
As soon as he's out the door, I sit down on the bed and let out a sigh, tiredly rubbing my stinging eyes.
Fuck, that wasn't how I thought this would turn out.
But, I touch my lips with a small smile, things might pick up from here. They might go back to being normal, not the same no, but almost. Almost.
Suddenly there's muted yelling, and I startle, heart beating fast until I make out Louis' and Harry's voices. Wincing, I try not to let the guilt grow as I realize that Harry's taking my side and trying to talk his step-brother into forgiving me.
I don't know whether to find it stupid or romantic.
Deciding not to dwell on it any further, I lay down and try to take a nap. It's been a rather long and exhausting day, emotionally wise.
Soon enough, I feel myself floating between sleep and consciousness, scenes that I know would never happen being chased away by moments of reality only to be dragged back into them once again. It's nice, not having to worry about anything if only for a few hours. Feels really nice to have my hair stroked lightly, slowly lulling me to full sleep. Harry must've come back from his argument with Louis. Feeling comfortable, I reach out with my hand to pull Harry down to me, so that we can nap together, but instead of feeling warm skin, my hand comes in contact with coldness.
My breath gets stuck in my throat, as I'm jerked back to into consciousness, eyes flying open in fright.
"You kissed him."
Letting out a low whimper at the silent rage I can hear in that simple statement, I try to pull my hand back only to hiss out in pain as it's grabbed in a tight grip.
Completely panicking, I struggle to get out of the grip while simultaneously getting up and backing away, eyes trained on anything but the person that's in the room with me. That, however does that work, as the other follows me until he has me backed up against the wall opposite the door, all the while ignoring my attempts to free myself.
"You. Kissed. Him."
"No fucking shit." I spit back, once I realize that there's no way I'm getting out of this, eyes focused on his black shirt.
A low growl resonates through my room, "You have quite a mouth on you don't you?"
I shake my head, "Why are you here, Liam?"
"You just love to press my buttons don't you," a chilled hand grabs my chin and forces me to look up to their face, familiar red eyes looking back at me with a hint of amusement, "angel."
Flinching, I push back against the memories rushing to the surface, and try to turn my face again, but fail as his hold on me is too strong. I focus on his eyes only, not wanting to look at his face entirely. "Don't. Don't call me that."
Leaning forward, he smirks. "Why not? I can call you whatever I want." I shy away as he presses more into me, body now flush with me. "After all, you're mine." He pulls back the smallest amount, humor gone, and replaces with frustration. "Why did you kiss him?"
"It's none of your fucking business."
"You're mine! Of course it's my fucking business!" My eyes close in reflex as his fist connects with the wall next to my head. Heart thudding wildly, as I try to calm myself before I fall into a mess.
The only sounds in the room are my heaving breathing, and occasional pauses to catch my breath. It's like I'm imagining all this in my head.
Knocking breaks the bubble surrounding us, as Louis' voice speaks out, a worried tone making me ache for his comforting embrace. "Niall! Is everything fine?"
Slowly, I pry my eyes open and make the mistake of focusing entirely on the face before me. He's smiling, and it's far from a kind one.
"Yeah. Everything is fine."
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holy shit guys, this is getting dark, but i love it
discontinued/adopted