Like A Love Song *Sequel to February 14, 2013*

After what felt like forever, he finally looked up at me. It frustrated me so much that I couldn't see his face in the darkness. The lights beaming behind him made it even harder to tell. I could barely see the smirk on his face. He took a step closer while I was frozen on the spot, our bodies almost touching.
"Hello beautiful."

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6. The Good Guy

Harry's POV:

 

"She agreed." Zayn told me excitedly over the phone. Instantly a smile grew across my face. "Congrats man!" Finally got your girl!" I cheered with a chuckle. I walked in through the font door, waved to my sister who sat on the couch, then ran up to my room.

"Who all knows?" I asked, shutting my door. "You, probably Marilyn, and my family. They were suspicious as to why I was so happy so I couldn't help but tell them." He answered. "Yeah, whatever, momma's boy." I teased. He tells his mum about everything, it's almost adorable. Zayn laughed and went on about how happy he is. I started going off into my own thoughts on accident, and my smile faded as fast as it appeared. How was Niall going to take this?

Shit.

"What?" Zayn asked on the other line. I was confused, until I realized I must've said that out loud.. "Uh, nothing, man. Just realized how much homework I have..." I said. Not my best lie, but it was the only excuse I could think of quick enough. I don't want to tell Zayn and ruin his mood. "Alright," he chuckled. "I should probably get started on that, now that you mention it. Talk to you tomorrow?" He asked. "Yeah, yeah. See ya, Zayn." I said before hanging up. I threw my head back and groaned, knowing this wouldn't go over well.

 

Niall's POV:

 

I jumped slightly when my phone rang, interrupting the silence and my train of thought. I looked over to read the name, Harry. I don't know why I bothered, I never answer my phone anymore anyway. I've been alone for a while. I know I need to forget about Jenna but I don't know how to. I try ignoring her at school, her other friends (who are mostly all my friends) and just stay in my room when I can. Why doesn't anything work? I let my phone ring and send Harry to my voicemail. He never leaves one, though.

I relaxed back onto my bed and hummed a bit, only to be interrupted by my phone again. I decline the call, not wanting to listen to my ringtone again. Harry's my friend, and he wants to help me. I get that. They all want to help. But it's not worth putting all this effort into the conversation if none of them are really listening. They just tell me it'll be okay and I'm sick of hearing it. The only person that can really comfort me anymore is my bed. Well, there's always Jenna. But how can I talk to her about this?

Once again, my phone started ringing. "This better be important, Hazza..." I said to myself before answering.

"Hello?" I said with an irritated tone. "Niall? Can I come over? We need to talk." He said. "Why, whatcha got to tell me? That it'll be alright? She'll make the right decision? To man up and tell her my feelings?" I rolled my eyes, even though he wouldn't be able to tell over the phone. Hopefully he got my hint of sarcasm. "No, Niall, just please. I don't want you to hear about it in front of everyone else. Just trust me." Harry said in a concerned tone. I thought of it as patronizing. "Harry, I don't want to hear it. You all tell me the same thing and I'm d-"

"She said yes."

Just like that, I swear my heart broke. She said yes to Zayn. I held the phone away from my ear a little more, my body feeling weak. Knowing now that it's too late to tell her anything, how I've liked her forever. How I've treated her like my princess, worshipped her, and she picks the douchebag who called her all the unspeakable for years. "Niall? Niall I'm coming over." Harry said on the other line before hanging up.

 

Harry's POV:

 

I opened Niall's door, only to see him sitting in the corner motionless. He didn't even notice I walked in, that or he didn't care. He just stared blankly at his bed, his cheeks burning red. I walked over and sat in front over him, but his eyes didn't move. It's like he was staring straight through me.

"Niall, speak to me. What's on your mind?" I practically whispered. His eyes suddenly met mine, almost making me jump. The glare he gave was literally terrifying. "Zayn doesn't deserve her." He said simply. His glare had fated, now he was only looking at me. "What makes you say that?" I asked, trying to get into his thoughts. He doesn't talk much anymore, I just want to know what he's got bottled up inside him.

"He treated her... Like an animal. Like she was worthless.. and she let him. I stood by her. I told her she was special all those years. I was the nice guy. Yet, she still picks him? How does that work?" He asked, his voice cracking. I didn't dare give him an answer. "I put so much effort into her, she doesn't even notice." He said, tilting his head back against the wall. I put my arm around his shoulders and pushed his head down into the crook of my neck. "Why does this always happen to the good guy?" Niall asked.

"I don't know, Ni. I'm sorry, I don't."

 

*****

 

Niall and I hung out for a while longer, I tried my best to get his mind off of things. I think it went over well, I got a few smiles out of him. At least he didn't hit a wall.

Today was a good day...

"You gonna be alright, mate?" I asked, patting his shoulder. "I'm fine, Harry." Niall laughed reassuringly. "And hey, thanks for telling me now. If I had heard it at school, shit would go down." He chuckled. "I just need to forget about her.."

I gave him a smile and left his room, closing the door behind me.

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