Still Niall's POV
I read Harry's text over and over, trying to make sense of it.
i was the only one here to comfort her last night. how does that make u feel, knowing i did a better job? idk niall, the fact that u overreacted when the guy kissed her makes it kinda low.
He...he made her feel better? Had Harry changed?
I wrote replies to the boys.
i had plenty of reason to freak out. who knows what would've happened next
sorry lou, but i don't think there'll be a next time
u should know that i made up my mind already. i'm not coming back
did u change while i was gone? and no, i will not tell u how it makes me feel
"Please, Niall, pick up..." I didn't want my voice to sound wobbly when I gave Niall my message. He left it to the voicemail.
But I won't give up that easily.
"Niall, please, I miss you. I know, I broke your heart, but you broke mine too. And the only way that someone can mend it is for you to come back. I'm nothing without you, Niall. I know you probably don't care about me anymore, and you won't be listening this far, but just please..." I choked on a sob. "Just...just come back, okay? The boys...the boys, they miss you too, if that makes any difference which it probably won't." Tears streamed down my face. "I'm not gonna go to MineCon anyway. Mainly because of a certain person that ruined the whole thing for me. I was gonna come, but then my friend betrayed me. So..." I started to sob. "This is...goodbye, I suppose." I hung up and buried my face into the pillow. I was glad I hadn't woken up Harry during that emotional call.
"You okay? Did you call Niall?" It was hard to see the outline of his greenish-hazel eyes in five-in-the-morning light.
"I tried to. But it went to voicemail. I left a message, but I doubt he'll listen to it." I looked down at my hands as a tear escaped from my eye.
"Hey, hey, it's alright." Harry pulled me closer. "He'll have to check his voicemail sooner or later. But don't think about that now. It's poisoning your mind."
"I swear, if you try anything on me, I'll leave too." I could feel this turning into something bad. Very bad.
"I won't, okay? I've realized what I've done. I was a monster. Not anymore. Not ever." Was Harry telling the truth? "Until Niall comes back, I'll protect you, okay?"
I looked up at him. "Okay."
'1 new voicemail', my phone beeped.
"This is...goodbye, I suppose." The voicemail ended. God, what had I done? I needed to get back and apologize. Now.
But I was so far away from her. I had traveled to the airport on foot, and that had taken me three days, including resting. I had gotten so dirty, the paparazzi couldn't even tell if I was human or not. And now, I had to get back.
Back to 1637 Prince Boulevard.
Because the owner misses me.