A Longing Love 》Nouis Book 2 (#Wattys2015) ✅

Chapter Thirty-Three -Niall

I walked up to Harry's door. I may have lied a little. I didn't want him to come back to my parents, begging me to get back with him, though its a possibility he will find his way to Harry's. It would give me a little more time though I guess. 

On the way, I couldn't help but cry. I loved him, with all my heart and that was the hardest thing I had ever had to do in my life. But I had to do it. I needed time, and so did he. We needed to be our own people in this world for a little while. 

Harry answered his door, wearing only a pair of jogging shorts, looking incredible. Even if he was a taken man, I still could look at how fantastic he was. 

"Hey what's wrong?" Harry's happy demeanor instantly changed as he looked at me. He ushered me inside his apartment, taking my bag from me. 

"Louis and I broke up" I sobbed. I shouldn't be crying like it was him who left me. I just couldn't stop the tears flowing.

"What did he do to you?" Harry was mad, just when he was getting along with Louis I do this and make him think it was him.

"Nothing. I promise" I controlled my sobs, only allowing tears to fall down my face. "It was me. I broke it off" 

"What?" Harry was definitely shocked. "Why would you do that? I thought you loved him" 

"I do. My God do I love him. But we're both starting out new careers and I need to have time to myself. Figure things out, experiment, you know?" 

"Niall, just because you haven't been with many men doesn't mean a thing. You don't need to experiment if you love him" Harry told me. "He loves you, a lot" 

"I know that. But... He's been with so many people and I haven't. I feel so bland compared to him. Plus I'm in the way with his family" Harry shook his head. I guess it doesn't make sense to anyone else but me. 

"Niall, you are not plain in bed, trust me, the sex we've had was amazing, I'm pretty sure Louis loves it. As for his family. You need to give it time, let them warm to the idea of having a child in their life. You will be apart of it too. If you allow yourself to be" 

"It's too late" I looked up at Harry. "I can't change it now. It's done and I am not going back on this" Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. 

"Okay, if you say so" 

"Harry, are you coming back to bed- oh hey Niall" James cut himself off when he saw me talking with Harry. He walked over to us and wrapped an arm around Harry's body, wearing only a pair of boxers. It was obvious I interrupted. "Everything alright?" 

"Yeah. Niall and Louis broke up. Just some issues that couldn't be resolved" James frowned at me. 

"Sorry to hear mate. You two woulda been a great couple" he leaned into Harry's body some more. "I should probably get some more clothes on. I'll be back" 

James left the two of us alone in the living room. "So, you want a place to stay?" 

"Uh, yeah. If there's room. I mean, I can go back home if I have to" Harry shook his head. 

"Nah, take the spare room, no ones in there since she moved out and James shares my room when he's over anyway" 

"Thanks" I replied softly. "Um, were you two like... In the middle of something? Because I can go for a few hours if you want me to?" Harry's cheeks turned pink and a small smile spread over his lips, causing dimples to pop. 

"If that's okay? We've been um, spicing things up-" I held up my hands to stop him talking. There was nothing more I needed to hear.

"I love you, but I don't need the details" I chuckled. "I'll just put my bag in the room and then go. Thanks again Harry" 

"No worries. Um, maybe send a text before you come back, just to be safe" I saluted him and headed off to the spare bedroom, dumping the bag and leaving the flat, just as the laughs of the boys filled the house. At least they were happy.

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I sat in the library at a desk with pieces of paper and a pencil in my hand. I was trying to write my own songs I couldn't rely on Louis and others to write songs for me all the time. I had to have my own stuff. I sighed and rubbed my temples, racking my brain for words. Anything that could come to me. 

Nothing. 

Pulling out my phone I looked at the time. I had been out for almost two hours. You'd think they'd be finished by now, right? I went to my contacts to search Harry's name, when my phone beeped. The tone it uses for messages. My heart froze as the name and message appeared at the top of my screen.

Louis: I still love you 

It tore my heart open. I couldn't reply to him. That would give him the wrong idea. I needed to be strong, give time for ourselves to find our way. I ignored the message and pressed the call button next to Harry's name. No answer. 

"Looks like I better keep writing" I grumbled setting the phone down on the table, picking up my pencil once again. 

The library's radio station playing the 'Hottest Hits', I hummed along to the tune of One More Night by Maroon 5. Being bored I wrote the title in fancy font, decorating it with stars around it, while continuing to hum the words. 

The next song came on. Everytime We Touch. An annoyingly catchy song that I couldn't help but sing, out of boredom, I wrote it down.  I continued that for every song that came onto the radio. Until I had a list of songs.

Louis: Words can't describe how much I still love you

He was breaking my heart. I locked my phone, I couldn't face looking at his name. But his words stuck with me. I wrote them down and looked at the song titles I had written down. My brain looked at the words written on my paper. I had just found my new song. And it was all thanks to Louis, once again he had helped me. Had I just made the worst mistake of my life? 

A/N Niall Niall Niall you silly boy