I can you there with the city lights, 14th floor, pale blue eyes...
The night was dark and windy as the white snowflakes fell to the ground without a sound. Honestly, it looked so pretty if you blocked out the raging wind banging against the window as if someone was going to break into the house at this very moment. The warmth of the fireplace and the hot chocolate in her hand made her forget everything that was going on outside, as her ocean blue eyes pierced into the fire trying to find an answer to all her ongoing problems. It honestly didn’t work as she was more confused than she was when she first sat down.
The hardwood floors creaked behind her. The person was obviously trying not to let her know of their presence but completely failed.
“I know you’re there, you don’t have to creep up on me.” She sighed, letting her blue eyes look slightly behind her long brown wavy locks.
“I just came to check up on you. Uh... Harry told me what happened. Are you okay, love?” a male asked from behind her, his voice filled with concern.
“No, Niall. I’m not okay. I had the chance to stay with him and I completely blew it off for the fact that he’s my best friend...” my voice trailed off and I glanced back at the burning fire place not wanting to see the look on her friend’s face.
All her life, she was that person that everyone turned their back on, and walked out of her life, never looking back. All the love she’s known has walked away from her and she didn’t want to feel that way again with Harry. She couldn’t, she refused to.
“Isabelle…please don’t turn your back on him-“
“Why? Tell me why I shouldn’t? He was eventually going to do it to me anyway. But, the only thing is I beat him to it.” She cut him off, slightly raising her voice. Her voice cracked. She felt like she was about to cry, although she had cried in front of him before, she didn’t want him seeing her cry for this.
Niall was taken back by her response, and started towards her to comfort her.
“He wouldn’t do that. He would do anything for you and you know that. So, tell me the real reason.”
"I just did.”
Her voice was like ice. He had never seen her like this before and it hurt him. He was torn between two of his best friends and he didn’t like that. He watched her get up and walk up the stairs to the second floor of her apartment.
Sighing he stood up, running his hands through his blonde hair and started to go after her. He knew was she had been through and never wanted her to go through it again. Isabelle has been hurt too many times before and he isn’t going to let that happen. Not by him, not by Harry or anyone for that matter.
Upon reaching the second floor, decorated with pale blue walls with a hint of light beige mixed in, he had found her room door wide open with her on the bed curled up into a ball sobbing uncontrollably.
“Go away Niall. I don’t want to see you.” She spat at the boy.
He wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He was going to show that he was there for her, even when she didn’t want him there. That is what she really needs. A friend who she can trust and knows that they will be there when she needs them. That was the only thing that she had lacked her whole life was the feeling of knowing someone was there for you. Because, in her reality, no one really was.
“Well, that may seem like a problem then. Because I want to see you.” Niall replied walking over to the bed and sitting at the end of it rubbing her leg comfortingly.
Her red puffy eyes glanced over at him and sighed, shaking her head.
“You don’t give up do you?”
“Nope, I’m your friend and I’m going to be here for you no matter what you say. You can push me away all you want but I’m not moving.”
The brunette girl slowly sat up, keeping her eyes on the boy who she called her best friend in front of her.
Isabelle's voice was as soft as a kitten. She needed that someone to be there for her since she walked away from Harry earlier that day. Niall was like the brother she never had walked away from her too.
The Irish boy soon pulled his hurt friend into a comforting hug. He hated seeing her like that and knew instantly that he had to find away to fix it and knew exactly how to fix it.
So, he pulled away from the hug and sat up, reaching for the girl's hand.
"Why? Where are we going?"
"You'll see. C'mon. Take my hand you won't regret it. I promise" his voice so calm and soothing, it always brought a smile to Isabelle's face every time she heard it. It was one of the things she liked about him and one of the reasons why she surprisingly trusts him so much.
She hesitantly took his hand, as he pulled her up off the bed and lead her downstairs and out the house, after he grabbed her coat and keys. Niall lead his friend to his car and drove away in the snowy weather.