One Month Later - December 12, 2012 - Niall Horan POV
It has been a month.
One month since the boys completely dropped me. Now I am an acquaintance.. or something. I am not Ni or Nialler. I am "Niall, get up." Or "Niall, stop talking." Or, "Shhh, Niall is here."
Conversations end when I enter the room. I haven't held a proper conversation with Liam or Harry in a month. I don't know what I've done.
That isn't the end of my suffering - being hated by my former best friends, Cher left 20 days ago for her American tour. She had been my best friend for the past years, even with my band mates' indifference, I could always count on Cher. I thought I might like her... like I thought I might love her. It made sense... she was perfect, my closest confidant, my perfect friend I could tell anything to, and an incredible woman all around.
I planned on flying to the USA to surprise her at her New York concert in late January. I had booked a plane ticket and I made reservations at a restaurant. I planned on telling her I had feelings for her.
I missed her like crazy until this morning. This morning I lost pretty much all hope.
*Flashback*
"Hey, Josh! Where are you goin?" I shout across the street to my friend. When I walked up to my best friend's apartment building, I saw him loading a suitcase into the boot of a cab. He looked hurried, I had told him I was coming over. He looked up at my call and I saw something, almost mysterious flash through his eyes. He had fear in his eyes when he saw me.
"Oh, hey, um... Niall" He stammered as I approached. I looked at him quizically. He seemed rushed and nervous, as he turned his back to walk to the passenger door of the cab. I reached out and grabbed his wrist, spinning him around.
"What's wrong, man? You seem off..." I trail off, waiting for a response as my friend sways awkwardly in front of me.
"Join me in the cab, eh?" Josh says, avoiding my question. I nod, at this point I am quite confused. I slide in behind him and we settle in for the drive to the airport.
I turn to my friend and raise an eyebrow expectantly. I think it's time I get told what's going on.
"Well, you see, Ni... I am going to America..." Josh says, staring at his hands which are twisting nervously in his lap. I am beyond confused, so what? Why is he so nervous...
"Right... why are you so nervous then? A little vacation never hurt anyone." I answer, trying to reassure him that there is no reason to be nervous. I pat his shoulder, he looks at me gratefully before resuming his nervous hand-dance.
"Well, yeh see... I am not really going for vacation... I am going to see Cher..." I nod, that's perfectly logical. She is both of our best friend, why shouldn't he visit her. He glances at me nervously before continuing.
"We... We have been dating for two months. Well, almost two months. Tomorrow is our anniversary." When he speaks my throat runs dry. My plans dissolve before my eyes.
My Cher, the girl I think I love, doesn't return the feeling. She never has. She and my best friend have been dating behind my back for two months. I feel betrayed, hurt, heartbroken. I turn to Josh, I can't blame him but I can tell he sees the pain in my eyes.
"Listen Ni, I kept it from you because I knew you had a crush and I didn't want you to think I was stealing her from you. I love you, bro. I hope you understand. We both love you, and we love each other." He says solemnly. I am grateful that he is so honest with me, he is a true friend. I turn forwards and stare ahead, I think I am in shock or something.
When I regain my sense, I turn to my best friend of two years.
"Josh, I understand completely. Don't worry. I will get over it, I will have to. I hope you two are happy and tell Cher I say hello." I say, just above a whisper. At this point we are pulling up to the airport taxi drop-off. Josh nods sadly and pays the cab driver. He leaves me in my semi-stupor. I conclude that I am in shock. I hear the trunk slam and Josh leans into my window.
"Niall, I will be staying with Cher for the rest of her tour. I am so sorry you found out this way. We'll miss you." He says before heading into the atrium of the airport. I absentmindedly wave weakly and tell the cab driver my address, as we pull away from the curb, the first sobs come.
*Flashback Over*
Ever since I arrived home I have been crying. I can't stop. My best friends have been betraying my trust for two months. If they had told me about their relationship maybe my feelings for her wouldn't have grown so strong.
So now I am sat staring at my wall, tears leaking down my cheeks. I turned on so music a while back and The Script is playing faintly in the back of my mind.
The sounds of the other boys whispering throughout the house, none of them coming to my aide although I know they can hear my cries, is like a stab in my already broken heart. We were never friends. We were never really a family.
Family cares about each other. I suppose they are a family and I am just that random person who disturbs their peace. I almost hate them. What kind of people don't even care when a friend is sobbing in their room all alone. I could do anything I want and they wouldn't care.
Is a life without friends or love worth living?
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