Niall's P.O.V.

I know Rachel had said not to look for Brad, but what if he was there? How could I possibly just ignore him after what he had done to her?

I mulled the situation over in my head the whole way to his place. Zayn was driving so I didn't really have anything to focus on.

"You ready?" Zayn asked, when the car finally stopped.

I nodded.

I had Rachel's key in my pocket just in care the door was locked (highly unlikely).

Once we were outside the door, I hesitated.

"I told Rachel I was going. She said to stay away from Brad" I told Zayn.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Really? And you don't wanna listen to her?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

"I don't know. I mean I can hardly just pretend that he didn't do anything" I shrugged.

"Look, I know you're angry Niall, but maybe Rachel's right. It might just be better to just get the stuff and go" he told me.

I wasn't really sure how to respond so I just opened the door.

Not surprisingly, the door was unlocked.

Once we were inside, we headed straight to the bedroom. I assumed that's where most of Rachel's things would be.

There was a large wardrobe, half full of Rachel's clothes. We used a suitcase that Zayn found under the bed to put as many of her stuff as we could.

There was a small set of drawers on either side of the bed. One was full of Rachels things. The top drawer was full of her underwear.

"Dude, I feel like a pervert here" Zayn muttered, tossing them into the bag too.

I just nodded in response.

Her second drawer was nearly empty, with just a few socks and a few books in it. We left them, not wanting to waste room. The case was pretty full now, so we'd have to carry the rest of the stuff.

When I got to the last drawer, my eyes widened.

It was full of pictures. Pictures of her and her family, her and her friends... her and me.

Stacking the pictures into a pile, I pulled them out of the drawer. When I did, I found a jewellery box in the bottom.

"What's that?" Zayn asked, looking over my shoulder from where he was closing the suitcase.

I remembered this little jewellery box.

Rachel's mom gave it to her for her tenth birthday. It was one of those fancy ones with the little silver ballerinas that spun when you opened it. Rachel loved it. Then when her mom died a few months later, it became one of her most prized possessions.

"Nothing. I'll carry this" I told him, standing up, holding the pictures and jewellery box.

"I think that's about it.. We should-" he began but was cut off at the sound of the door opening.

Shit.

We walked out to the kitchen cautiously where we found Brad just inside the door.

His eyes widened when he saw me.

"Neil!" he half yelled.

Great. He was drunk.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Where's Rachel?" he asked.

Then he noticed we had a suitcase and were carrying some of her stuff.

"She's leaving you" I told him calmly.

He crossed his arms.

"Well left you" I corrected.

"How dare she?" he seemed angry.

"Seriously? Did you actually expect her to stay with you after what you've been doing to her?!" I yelled, annoyed at his reaction.

He raised his eyebrows.

"You don't deserve her! You never did!" I yelled again, getting angrier.

"And what? You do?" he scoffed.

I rolled my eyes.

"I've seen the way you look at her! You think you deserve her? I really don't think it matters dude, she's never gonna want you that way" he shrugged.

I felt Zayns hand on my shoulder to calm me down.

I shoved Rachels pictures and jewellery box into his arms instead and took a step closer to Brad.

"What?" I muttered.

"She might love me anymore but she did. She loved me in a way that she will never love you. Your Rachel's best friend and that's it. She will never-"

He was cut off by my fist colliding with his face.

Notes

Ahhhh!
What will happen?!
Will Niall beat up Brad?
Or will Brad kick Niall's ass?
Who knows?
Oh yeah!
I do:p
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