you found me // narry

2: Sunburn

"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.