2: Sunburn

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"Don't drop me in, it's not my turn. If you cut deep then I might learn that you scarred and left me like a sunburn." -Ed Sheeran, Sunburn

"It doesn't get better, does it Liam?" I whispered as I lay on his bed. Sitting next to me, Liam shook his head.

"But you're wrong Niall, it does get better. It's rough right now but trust me, eventually things will be back to the way they used to be. You know, before he was this important in your life." Sighing, he began to rub my back.

"I don't want him to be out of my life though. I need him Liam. He means the world to me and I need him more than I need life itself. But the saddest part is knowing that he doesn't need me," I buried my face into his pillow and began to cry. My heart was literally being ripped in half and I could feel it tearing me down. My head was pounding from all the crying I have done in the past 24 hours. The amount of tears I have shed is probably insanely high and I can't imagine any else going through these crying spurts I've had. Anyone besides me that is, because I deserve them.

"Do you have any medicine Liam? I have quite the headache," I sadly whispered to him.

"Yes I do, I'll go get you some mate," he patted my back softly and made his way out of the room. I decided to sit up because my headache was honestly killing me. Everything was still kind of confusing to me. I don't know why Harry would do this to me. I don't know what caused him to do this or why he would even want to but I guess maybe I deserved it. Maybe I was a bad boyfriend. Maybe I wasn't what he needed or maybe I didn't provide enough love for him so he had to do this. I don't know what it was but I sure as hell knew it hurt me more than anything else ever can or will.

"I got you a glass of water too," Liam smiled as he entered the room and handed me two pills and the glass. "Glad to see you're sitting up, mate. I hate seeing you so sad." He frowned and played with his fingers as he watched me put the pills into my mouth. Tilting my head back and drinking some water, I quickly swallowed the drugs.

"Thanks, Liam. You're the best," I tried to smile at him, but I couldn't. It was so hard for me to smile when I was in a time of pain like this. As much as I wanted to smile at Liam and let him know I was appreciative for what he's been doing for me, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Smiling isn't possible in a world so sad and lonely. I looked back up at him and he was watching nervously.

"What is it?" I asked, wondering what was catching Liam's eye.

"Y-your phone," he stuttered and that's when I looked over at it. A picture of Harry and I appeared on the screen. His name was plastered on the top of the screen. Why was he calling me? I just kept staring at the screen, not sure what to do. He's probably calling to rub his single life in my face. What if he's calling to apologize? What if he wants me back? I don't think I could be with him again. As much as I want to, I don't think I could take more pain like this. If I couldn't be his forever, I wouldn't want to be his anything. His call stopped and I let more tears roll down my cheeks. That's when it appeared again.

Why did he have to do this to me? Looking back up at Liam, he had a worried look on his face. "Do you want to answer?" He questioned, looking back at my phone where Harry and I's faces looked so happy together.

"I do but I-I don't think that's best for me," I frowned and grabbed my phone. I ignored Harry's call and my heart felt even more broken. Why me? Why did I have to be put through this? Sighing, I let more tears fall down my face.

"Liam, can you take me home?" I ask softly, wiping away my tears. "I've enjoyed your company so much but I need to sleep in my own bed, you know?" He smiles at me and helps me off the bed. Embracing me in a hug, he rubs my back softly, letting me cry on his shoulder.

          

"You'll get through this Niall. I promise, the rest of us boys will be here for you. Especially me. If you ever need anything, I'm here, I promise you that," he pulled back and grabbed his keys off the night stand. "Let's take you home," he smiled and I followed him out of his bedroom.

Liam's apartment was quite beautiful. Located near the top of the apartment complex, it nearly took up the whole floor. The hardwood floors felt nice underneath my feet as I made my way through his house. I looked at all the designs put into the apartment and wondered how long it took Liam's architects to make it. The home was very modern and everything looked gorgeous. I was quite jealous; my apartment was almost as large but it didn't have the same feel as Liam's did. Walking up to the door, I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my coat. Liam did the same and we headed out the door following each other.

When we entered the elevator, Liam pressed one and all of the buttons by the door. "We're going to have to be careful leaving. I'm assuming there are going to be lots of paps and I don't want them asking any weird questions about you and Harry not hanging out as often. Guaranteed, they never knew that you and him were together but you guys appeared as best friends so they'll ask a few questions. Just stay by my side and wave, but don't answer anything. My car is getting pulled up front right now so it should be quick and easy getting out," I nodded at Liam and if I could've, I would've smiled at his thoughts. I understand the reason why our fans call him Daddy Direction, he really is like the leader of our group.

The elevator stopped and we stepped out into the lobby. There weren't very many people there but a few men in suits talking to each other and the receptionist behind the counter. Liam politely waved at the receptionist and I did the same. She smiled at both of us and even checked Liam out. As soon as Liam and I stepped out the front doors, lights began flashing at us.

"Liam, why is Niall with you? I thought him and Harry were best friends!"

"Niall, are you and Harry mad at each other? You were supposed to go to a football game together!"

"Niall, are you gay?"

"Hey faggot, why'd you and your boyfriend Harry Styles break up? Are you too gay for him, queer?!"

I couldn't take it, why were they being so cruel? They have no clue how I've been tested this past day. I've been so upset and they don't even care about me feelings. They don't even know about Harry and I and I hate that they think they do.

"Could you all just cut it out?" Liam shouted back as we pushed our way through to Liam's black car. I quickly got in the passenger seat as the camera lights continued to flash at us. Liam entered in the passenger side and quickly started the car and drove away from the paps. My eyes began to water and I rested my head in my hands.

"Why the hell are they so mean? I don't understand!" Liam smacked the steering wheel as he sped down the roads towards my apartment building.

"It's fine Liam," I sighed, wiping my tears away.

"No it's not Niall! It's not okay for them to do this to you, I don't care if they are paps or not! It's rude and uncalled for, they are ridiculous," he fumed as we continued to drive.

"I know but it doesn't bother me much," I lied to him as he pulled up in front of my building.

"I know it does Niall. They bother me so I know it has to bother you. Do you want me to walk you in?" He asked me politely and I shook my head.

"I think I can do it, thank you though. Thanks for letting me come over, I really needed it." I attempted to smile at him and my face probably looked extremely distorted and crazy.

"Anytime Niall, like I said I'll always be here for you. I'm not that far away so if you ever need anything, just call or text me. I'll be there for you as soon as I can," He smiled at me and I reached over and hugged him.

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