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Stupid With Love

I Need To Leave

Harry P.O.V.

I was fuming.

I’d tried my best to not let it show in front of Niall, and I think I succeeded, but now I can’t control it. Niall was softly snoring as he lay on my chest, exhausted after finally telling someone what has been going on. It was something that I could never have imagined. I slowly moved Niall off me and laid him carefully back on to the couch. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, like everything that’s happening to him doesn’t matter and he can finally stop worrying. Finally stop hurting.

I need to talk to Liam; I need to understand why he would do this. It wasn’t like him. I stepped out of Niall’s hotel room and walked down the hall. I forcefully banged on Liam’s door three times before he answered it.

“Oh Harry, what’s up?” he asked me, happily.

I was about ready to punch him in the face. Why does he get to be happy while Niall falls apart? It’s not fair.

“Can I come in?” I asked him, trying to hide how I was feeling.

“Sure,” he opened the door wider so I could step past him and into his hotel room.

“What can I do for you?” he asked.

“Tell me what happened,” I told him, not turning to look at him.

“What?” he asked, obviously surprised by my question.

“Tell me what happened between you and Niall,” I said again, with more force.

“What do you mean? Nothing happened between me and Niall,” he replied, trying to act innocent.

“Don’t give me any of your shit Liam. I was just with him. Now tell me what you did to him. I want to hear it from you,” I turned to face him before I continued. “Tell me how he put his heart on the line and told you that he loved you. Tell me how you led him on. Tell me how you cheated on him. Tell me how you can stand here in front of me with no feelings of remorse. Tell me, why you get to be okay, and Niall gets to feel like he’s shit and doesn’t deserve anything? Tell me how that’s fair.”

“Harry, this really isn’t any of your business. It’s between me and Niall. You may think you know everything that’s happened but you don’t,” he answered.

“Not my business? How can it not be my business?” I was shouting at him now. “He got drunk and fell off of the stage at one of our concerts. He got our tour cancelled, but it’s not his fault, it’s yours. You pushed him to this. He didn’t want to feel anything so he drank,” I took two steps so I was right in front of him. “I’m the one who slept in his hotel room last night because I was that worried about him. Even Louis and Zayn cared more then you did. You decided it would be a good night to go out and party instead of looking after one of your best friends. I didn’t understand it then, but I do now. You can’t do this to people Liam.” I finished.

His face had lost most of it’s hardness as I shouted. Liam now looked like a confused little boy who has just found out that he completely screwed up. And I was glad. He needs to know that what he did was stupid.

“I’m sorry Harry,” was all he said.

“Why are you apologising to me. You did nothing to me. Go apologise to Niall if you want to feel better about yourself. The bad part is that I think Niall will forgive you. But that’s only because he’s still in love with you. No matter how much you hurt him, that boy will always love you. Because he believes in the best of people and that’s all he will see. He won’t see the part of you that ruined him. And because of that I think it’s best if you stay away. I think you should wait for him to come to you.”

Liam only nodded.

“Are you leaving for England tomorrow?” I asked him

“Yeah, Zayn, Louis and I are,” he replied, it was then that I noticed his suitcase packed up and sitting in the corner of the room.

“Good, I’m staying here with Niall until he’s ready to go back,” I said as I pushed past Liam and slammed his hotel room door shut behind me.

I walked back to Niall’s room to tell him that I had decided to stay with him in Australia, if only to keep an eye on him. I knocked on the door twice before it slowly swung open. I was not met with Niall face like I had been expecting, but an empty room. I walked in shutting the door behind me and went through every room looking for Niall, but no dice. I eventually gave up and walked back out of his hotel room. On the way back towards my room I noticed the door at the end of the corridor slightly ajar. On closer inspection I saw it was the stairs leading to the roof.

Who would be on the roof?

I slowly make my way up the stairs, which were only lit by a small flickering light, it made the whole corridor seem eerie. I came to another door and pushed it open finding myself on the roof. It looked like no one was up here, but the door had to be open for a reason. I walked across the roof for a minute before noticing a dark silhouette that stood at the edge of the roof top. As I inched slowly closer I noticed certain things.

Spiky blonde hair, a slight frame, a soft crying sound and this person was not standing before the ledge, but on it, as if they were getting ready to jump.

They haven’t noticed me yet, haven’t noticed that I was standing just behind them watching. Waiting to see if I believe what I’m seeing or if this is all just one big sick joke.

“Niall?” I said softly. He didn’t make a move to let me know if he heard me.

“Niall, what the fuck are you doing? Get off of the ledge.” I said more forcefully.

I waited for him to turn, or say something. Anything. I just wanted him off and away from that ledge.

It was along time until he decided to speak.

“It’s a nice view, isn’t it? You can see everything from up here. The stars, the towers, the people on the streets. It really makes you think, doesn’t it?” What? What is he talking about?

“It makes you realise that the world is so much bigger then you. And if you weren’t here, the world wouldn’t stop. The world would keep spinning as if you never made an impact on it, because you didn’t,” he continued, scaring the shit out of me.

“Niall, what are you talking about?” I asked him, cautiously.

“Everybody hates me Harry. Simon hates me. Louis hates me. Zayn hates me. Li-,” his voice caught on Liam’s name. “Liam hates me. The fans are going to hate me when the announcement of our tour being cancelled is made tomorrow. And I won’t blame you if you hate me as well. I promise I can take it,” he finished.

“Niall, I promise you I do not hate you. Now can you please come off the ledge so we can talk about this,” I didn’t want to show him how scared I was that he would slip and fall to his certain death.

“I needed perspective, Harry. I needed a different view on things. That’s why I came up here. I talked to Louis and Zayn and they said they didn’t want to see me until I got my shit together. I told them I was sorry, but they wouldn’t hear it. I just needed perspective.” It was like everything I was saying to him was going in one ear and right out the other. He was so focused on what he was saying.

“Niall, please just come down. You can talk to me down here, please,” I had turned to pleading now; he was not listening to me.

“I mean, what did I do Harry? Did I do something to piss someone off and now I’m being slapped in the face by the universe. It’s not fair,” his words were starting to become undiscernible as large sobs began to rack through his body.

“I can’t. Harry, I can’t-, I can’t breathe,” he choked out as he suddenly started falling. Thankfully he was falling backwards towards me otherwise there would have been no way I would have been able to catch him and support his weight. His body hit mine hard and we fell back together onto the cold, hard cement of the roof. He was crying hysterically, his whole body was shaking.

“Niall, just try to breathe. Just breathe,” I instructed as I held his body tight against my own.

“Harry, I just can’t. I needed perspective, I came to the roof. Harry, help me. I can’t stay here. I- I need to go. Harry,” he was in distress, he was breathing fast, too little air was going in for him to get all the words out at once.

“Niall, just calm down, it’s going to be okay. Just breathe,” he started to slow his breaths. “That’s it just keep doing that,” I told him, attempting to soothe him.

After a while his breathing returned to normal, but he continued to cry silently. Undiscernible words left his lips, too quiet for me to even try to make them out.


A little while later we got up and I half carried Niall back to his room. I carefully removed his shoes and clothes until he was left in just his boxers. All the while silent tears fell from his red, puffy eyes, down his cheeks and onto his bare chest. I led him over to the bed and tucked him in, before kicking off my shoes and walking around to the other side to climb in next to him. As I lay down he rolled over and curled into my chest, I wrapped my arm around him, holding him protectively against my body. I looked down at him and smiled, glad that I could keep him safe. He lifted his head and looked at me, and we just kind of stared at each other for a while.

Suddenly his lips were placed softly against mine. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, our mouths stayed closed. But there was meaning behind it, it really felt like Niall meant it. And I didn’t pull back, I let him kiss me because he was hurting, and I was here for him. And I would continue to be here for him, even when everybody else left.

Because I really don’t think that everything will be okay.


another chapter (:.

leave your comments. thanks for reading!


Both narry and niam, I tend to lean a bit more towards narry though.

Jayy Jayy

I did <3 Your story is amazing so you are a Niam Horayne shipper,right?

Liam_is_HOT Liam_is_HOT

If you read the sequel 'loved you first' there may be a happy ending. But no promises. I hope you enjoyed the story anyway.

Jayy Jayy

No!!!This can't end like this!!! :'( It's a Niam Horayne Fanfic were is the happy ever after? :'( :'( :'(

Liam_is_HOT Liam_is_HOT


FREAKING AWESOME when your done with it let me know so i can read it ;)