As Elaine finally fell asleep, I kissed her forehead and got out of the bed. Her cheeks were red and tears made her lips wet. It hurted.
It hurted a lot to see my angel like this.
I walked out of my bedroom and went into the living room, where Niall sat on the couch. His eyes were widened and he made fists.
His voice was just a weak whisper. Tears streamed down his face, as his gaze met mine, burning marks into my heart. He was my brother.
“She came here about two or three hours ago…” I whispered and shivered. I still couldn´t believe it.
Niall nodded slowly and took a sip of his beer. He never drank before Elaine had to leave him. Before she had to leave me.
She was back.
The cold, which I was covered in, left me right in the moment I stepped in Harry´s room and saw her. I couldn´t see another girl. No girl could give me this feeling, which Elaine used to give me.
How I could I love a girl, which didn´t love me back?
Why had she these effects on me?
I wanted to give her everything I had, just to make her happy. I wanted her to love me back. I wanted the butterflies back, she gave me. The shivers she sent down my spine.
I wanted her back.
It was still dark, as I woke up. The curtains were still closed, but the moon shone bright and painted on the carpet. I turned around and pushed the blanket away. Harry wasn´t here. Niall either.
I rushed through my messy hair and stood up from the king sized bed.
The carpet felt good and tickling against my naked feet and I smiled slightly. I missed this feeling. This feeling, which force you to smile…
Suddenly the door opened and Niall went in, a worried look on his face.