A Million Pieces

Megans pov:

"Me and Niall? We're not going through anything!" "Well you said you didn't want to come back to see him. And you lied to us. I know he was awake, I had talked to him just minutes before." "That doesn't mean anything is wrong! You don't even know what happened." "So tell me. I'm a therapist and grief counselor, I'm here for you." "Look Hillary I don't think this is any of your business what goes on in my personal life." "I can just take a look at the security cameras if you want and see what happened." "They have security cameras in hospital rooms?!" "Yes why?" "Well me and harry" I paused. "It was awhile ago but we, we uhm nevermind." No one talked for a couple minutes but finally I decided to come clean. "Niall is my best friend since, since forever. But he's always wanted to be something more. And recently he's been trying very…very hard. And I'm not going to let that ruin our friendship." "I'm really sorry." "It's not your fault." I reassure her. "I know. It's just. You've had a pretty rough life." "Oh you don't know the half of it." "Tell me about it?" "Maybe another time. I have to go find my boy.....my friend." She looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Oh. Harry? Is it? I saw him in the hallway. He's looking for you as well." "Oh then I need to go, I'm sorry. If you could excuse me." I began walking into the hallway when she said something else. "Call me!" She screamed. "But I don't have your nu....." I began but I decided it was no use. She had already disappeared into the crowd of people in the cluttered halls. I

figured I knew harry enough to know where he was. I walked in to the cafeteria and I was right. Harry always ate when he was angry or upset. He was the kind of guy who didn't like to show his true colors. But he would when he was with me. And he always liked to think you could eat away your feelings. I sat next to him and he pushed a bowl of chocolate pudding in front of me. I took the spoon out of it, dropped it into the trash, and picked up a fork. Harry laughed. "Love?" "Harry, you know I hate using spoons. Especially after other people. And I just saw you use that spoon." "So you can't use the same spoon as me, but when you kiss me it doesn't bother you?" "Ok let's be real here. It is not the same. You put the spoon In your mouth, then take it out, and I'm supposed to put it in mine? I'm getting your spit in my mouth." "Ok let's be real here." He mocked. "The way you kiss me, you've gotten my spit in your mouth more than a few times." I gave him a disgusted look and he smiled back. "Whatever." I say obviously annoyed. "Have you seen Niall?" He asks. "Uhm yeah I saw him for a second but then I left." "Why'd you leave so soon?" "No reason." "What happened?" "Nothing happened!" "Megan, I can always tell when your lying. Just tell me the truth." "He kissed me." Harry's expression went cold. "Did you.... kiss him back?" "I I didn't try to." "But you did?" "Harry, I can't lie to you anymore. I did kiss him. I'm really sorry." I reached out for his shoulder but he was already up. He walked towards the cafeteria exit and was halfway out the door when he turned his head over his shoulder and looked into my eyes. "At least you were honest."

Over the past year or so I have been upset with harry for many things. It was just easy to be mad at him. It wasn't his fault. He was born that way. He can always find a way to get in trouble in any situation. I learned to live with it, but sometimes I just...couldn't. But this time, he was mad at me. I ran through the halls looking for him. "Harry?" "Harry?" I yelled. I could see the quiff in his hair. "Thank god he's tall." I said under my breath. I cut through people trying to catch up with him. He was really far ahead of me though. "Harry wait! I need to tell you something!" I was finally catching up and I grabbed his shoulder. "Harry. Wait. Please. Stop." I said each word between breaths. He turned his head and looked me in the eyes. "Go be with Niall. I'm learning to accept it. You love him more." I was crying now. I was trying to think of something to say but I couldn't speak. The tears were rolling down my face. I finally found the words. "I'm sorry." He turned his head away from me and started walking down the hall. "Please come back." I whispered. But I knew he couldn't hear me. I couldn't even see him anymore. He had already turned the corner and I was dead in the middle of the hall. There was no chance of me finding him in this crowd, especially since he didn't want to be found. I didn't really need to find him. "I just hope he doesn't do do anything stupid."

Notes

Oh my god I haven't updated in forevs. Sorry guys. I mean no one cares about it anyway but like it's the principle I can't just give up. So yeah here's another chap.