Niall P.O.V

Due to a screw up with the concert tickets, some of our shows had been over booked, as a result of this we have been told that we have another two shows to do in Melbourne. Because arenas are so in demand we are forced to stay in Melbourne for another week, to do a show on Monday and another one on Thursday, before flying over to Perth. The only problem was we had jammed most, if not all, of the exciting activities we could do in Melbourne into one day, and now the only options are to a) walk around aimlessly and get mobbed by fans or b) stay in the hotel and watch movies. Thinking long and hard about this I chose the latter, not at all in the mood to be swarmed by fans.

I made my way to Harry’s room to see what they had planned.

“Luna Park!” I heard Harry shout through the door. I knocked on the door and turned the handle, to find Harry, Louis and Zayn huddled around the small coffee table with brochures for Luna Park, and what I think are tram timetables.

“Why don’t you guys just get someone to drive you there? It’s a lot quicker and you won’t get mobbed,” I asked them, confused.

“We want the real Melbourne experience, trams and all. And we’ve already cleared it with Paul; he just said we have to be careful.” Louis replied, excitedly.

“Did he really?” I was not convinced.

“Nah, but whatever. You’ll cover for us, right?” Louis asked, trying his best to bat his eyes at me.

“And what do you suppose I tell him you’re doing?” I asked him, sceptical.

“I don’t know. But you’re a smart guy, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” And with that, they were out of their chairs and walking past me to the door. I ran to the door sticking my head out. “What about Liam? Is he going with you?” I shouted down the corridor.

“Nah, we don’t have a clue where he is, he was gone when we got up. You’ll find out and let us know, yeah?” Zayn shouted back, as they rounded the corner and disappeared.

I walked back over to my room and slumped down on the couch. Turning the TV on revealed a re-run of Friends. I left it on and went to my kitchen to make breakfast. Just as I was pouring the milk into my cereal, there was a hesitant knock on the door. Leaving my cereal behind, I opened it revealing Liam.

“Oh, hey Liam.” I said, unemotionally as I turned away inviting him to come in. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “Tea? Coffee?” I offered him, he finally looked at me.

“Ah, Niall. Can we talk?” He asked me. I had already come to the conclusion that something was up, his body language this morning told me that. But I had known before then, and maybe I just hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself. But deep down I knew.

“Well, if that’s what you came over for then fine. But Liam, I’m fine, thanks for asking, by the way. And it’s good to see you too.” I said, letting him know that I’m annoyed.

“Look I heard the other boys leave and I thought I should probably come over and talk to you, settle some things,” I noticed he was quite distant, never looking at me for more than a few seconds at one time. I stared right at him, and I hope it was making him uncomfortable, because I’m sick of him acting like this. “I can’t be with you anymore.”

“What?” I’m not sure if I heard that right.

“Niall, I can’t be with you anymore.” He said, looking me right in the eye. I was at a complete loss for words. Not in a million years did I think he would say that. “And I can’t explain why, we just, whatever this is, it’s stopping now. And nothing you do will change my mind.” He stood up to leave, when I finally found my voice. And I don’t know what came over me, but I started to scream at him. He looked like he certainly wasn’t expecting this reaction from me.

“Liam, please! Liam, please don’t leave me!” My voice was apparently falling on deaf ears as he turned and started to walk away. I ran after him, grabbing his hand tightly. “Just tell me what I did and I can make it right, I promise I can fix this.” I begged him.

“You didn’t do anything wrong Niall, it’s me.” Liam said, with pain apparent in his eyes.

“It’s not me, it’s you, right?” I said, in disbelief. Was he seriously going to use that excuse.

“Liam everything was so perfect last week, and now you’re acting all weird around me, and that’s when you’re not avoiding me entirely. So obviously I did something wrong. Now tell me!” I was getting annoyed at his excuses, I was going to find out what was going on and I was going to find out now.

“Niall I don’t want to hurt you, just drop it, everything is fine,” he replied, his eyes filling with annoyance.

“I don’t care if it hurts me, because every second you spend ignoring me hurts me. I can’t bare this for much longer, so I need to know if I should keep trying, or just give up.” I begged him, practically getting on my knees.

“Just give up Niall,” he said, I noticed his eyes hardening slightly.

“But why, Liam? Give me a reason,” tears started to prick my eyes, I rubbed them quickly with the back of my hand before they spilled over.

“This is all just so wrong, Niall. For us, the band and the fans. It will never work!” he shouted at me. I decided I didn’t want to hear this, but he wasn’t finished. “Niall, I’m not good for you. You told me you loved me and do you know what the first thing I did was?” When I didn’t answer he continued. “I cheated on you. I went to the club and fucked the first slutty girl that I saw.” His eyes had narrowed into slits.

His words cut through me like a knife; I stumbled backwards yanking my hand away from his. He didn’t seem to notice, he just continued to stare at me. Watching me fall apart.

“No.” I said, shaking my head furiously. “No, I don’t believe you. The Liam I know wouldn’t do that. The Liam I know couldn’t possibly do this. I know you love me Liam. I know you felt something when we were together. And now you’re throwing it all away because you’re scared. But you have no reason to be scared, I’m here and I love you.” I was so confused, I needed to get out of here, but I needed him to know that he isn’t alone.

“No, Niall. What do I have to be scared of? You’ve blown this way out of proportion. This was a phase, a fling. Nothing more. You only have yourself to blame, for the pain that you are feeling now, I didn’t ask you to love me. It would have never worked out anyway. Niall. I. Don’t. Love. You.”

Those last words ripped through my entire being, my legs gave way and I fell to the floor. I now allowed the tears to fall freely down my cheeks. I looked up at him begging him to stay with me, but he didn’t, because he didn’t care about me, he had made that crystal clear when he said he didn’t love me. He was almost to the door when I finally got my voice to work again.

“I never took you for a fucking coward and a cheat, Liam,” I put so much loathing into those words. Hoping he would realise just how much he hurt me, and that he could never fix this.

My words made him freeze with his hand on the doorknob, he took two deep breaths, but he didn’t turn around, he opened the door, and walked out.

As soon as he had slammed the door closed, I flung myself towards it, locking it, hoping to keep all that had just happened out. I walked slowly over to the couch and sat in the middle of it. I don’t know how much time passed while I stared blankly at the wall, it could have been hours or it could have been minutes.

It was the former, I found out as my phone buzzed in my pocket. I checked the time before answering, 6:17pm.

“Niall?” Harry’s voice shouted, obviously trying to be heard over the music that was pounding in the background.

“What do you want Harry?” I asked him, annoyed that he had interrupted me.

“We’re all at the club downstairs, come join us.” He shouted back at me. “Oh, and have you seen Liam? Do you know where he is? He’s not answering his phone.”

Liam. Yes, Harry I have seen that coward, in fact he walked out of my room hours ago, after he dumped me and left me to pick up the pieces of my now shattered heart. But no I haven’t the slightest idea where he is. My best guess it that he’s shacked up somewhere with some slut that he met on the street. Hm, maybe not the best thing to say..

“Harry I’m not in the mood, I’ll just see you tomorrow.” I decided to reply, moving the phone away from my ear.

“Wait, Niall. Where’s Liam?” I faintly heard Harry yelling through the phone. Having run out of patience I pressed my finger to the phone screen and ended the call.

Notes

Another chapter for all of use. The drama is just starting to come together.

Please don't hate me for this chapter, I've had it written for a while, and i was just trying to figure out where it would fit. But i hope you enjoy it all the same (:.