Don't be Afraid to Fall in Love

Ever wonder what it would be like to gain a member of One Directions's trust then make them fall for you and then crushing their hearts into a million pieces? Well, thats what we have to do.......... but don't think that we're the bad guys!!!!!
They deserve it!

Sorry, if the blurb is not good..... I promise the story is going to be much better :)

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39. Excuses

Co-A/N:

The title of this chapter fits, because it's my excuses, and someone in the story's. :)

My computer's been broken for the past month and a half. We only got it back now. I'm so sory I kept you guys waiting...

I feel loved; some guy likes me. I never thought that would be possible. (You would understand if you ever saw my face..) 

Sorry again, I just had no way to update... :/

Love you all/ :* <3 xxx

Niall's P.O.V

 I am such a bad friend: I blamed Liam. I mean, I told the full truth, but still... He's been drinking. I could taste it off him...

 I'll tell you exactly how it happened. 

 I heard Liam crying as I passed his room, so I opened the door a crack. He was lying, curled up on the bed. 
 "Liam?" I whispered. "You okay?" 

 He turned around, and I saw that he had definitely been crying. His whole face was slightly swollen, and his eyes were ringed with red tears. There was also the fact that he was still sniffling and wiping tears from his cheeks.

 "Come on, mate, tell me what's wrong," I said, sounding like an Englishman with an Irish accent. 

 He patted the bed beside him, and I sat down. His eyes closed briefly as he turned to me, as if he was in pain. 

 "Is it Danielle?" He flinched as I said her name. "You broke up ages ago." It came out harsher than I intended. 

 He turned away, so I took hold of his arm, not expecting the cry of pain. I pulled up his sleeve, and had to put my hand to my mouth to stop myself gagging. Right there, on his arm, were three cuts.

 "Liam, why?" I croaked, holding back tears. He just shook his head, and burst into tears again. 

 Trying not to touch off his arms, I pulled him into a hug. "I'm here for you, buddy. I love you."

 "You love me?" He looked like a confused puppy.

 "Of course I do. You're like a brother to me. All of the lads love you."

 He leaned in, and I thought he was going for a hug. He crashed his lips onto mine, and I'm not going to lie, it really hurt. People say it's romantic, but it's just sore.

 He grabbed onto my hair to keep my mouth against his. I didn't want to hurt the cuts on his arm, so instead of pushing his shoulders, I tried to push his waist.

 "Get off," I tried to say, put he stuck his tongue in my mouth. Then the door opened and Clair came in. 

 You know the rest.

 "Claire," I plead, now that Jessica and Liam are gone, "I tried to push him off. He's drunk. It's not his fault."

 "Is it yours then? Because it's certainly not mine," she sighs, the tears that had threatened to spill over, finally rolling down her cheeks.

 I hesitate, not quite sure what to say. She shakes her head, and scoffs, wheeling out of the room. "There's dinner on the table," she breaths. "Don't speak to me until you decide whose fault it is," she says as I open my mouth to talk.

 "I really don't think this relationship is going to work, so..." she took a deep breath. "...I'm ending it now."

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