-- Niall's Point of View --
I whipped the covers off and jumped out of bed as quietly as I could. My eyes wandered over to the sleeping face of the man whom I was once about to marry, and though this was so familiar to me, at the same time, it was so foreign due to recent events.
"Fuck." I muttered under my breath. God, why did I do this? Why was I so stupid? This was such a huge mistake... I grabbed by boxers off the floor, pulling them on and then stumbling out of the room as quietly as possible as I struggled to get into my jeans. I finally got them on, not bothering to zip them up or anything, scurrying down the stairs. I grabbed my shirt off of the floor near the couch in the living room, slipping it on and now quickly doing my jeans up. I grabbed my jacket and threw it over my shoulder, and then I hesitated with my hand on the knob to the front door. I couldn't just up and leave. I had to do something... Leave him a note, at the very least.
So, I entered the kitchen, finding myself a piece of paper and a pen, and I scribbled out a quick note, wanting to get out of here before he woke up.
I'm sorry for last night. I made a mistake. Won't happen again
I think it'd be best if we didn't speak to each other anymore.
Sorry, but I just can't look at you the same way anymore, and I think we should just cut off all our ties to each other. I can't do this. Last night was a mistake. I'm ashamed of myself for letting it happen.
I hope you know that you were my first true love. My first love, and...
And my first mistake.
-Niall
With that, I stuck it to the fridge with a magnet and then slipped on my jacket and my shoes at the door, leaving and practically running back to Harry's house. I shoved my spare key into the lock and turned it, unlocking the door and letting myself in. I tried to close it quietly in case Harry was still asleep, but he was completely awake.
"Niall! Thank God! Where the hell have you been?!"
"Nowhere." I responded quietly, and then he looked me up and down a few times and his shoulders sagged.
"Who were you with?" he asked me softly, and I frowned. How did he know?
"What?"
"There's a hickey on your neck." he muttered, looking almost heartbroken, almost like I'd betrayed him. "Were you... With Liam?"
"...Yeah." I admitted guiltily, my gaze on my feet, unable to look him in the eyes right now. I felt ashamed of myself for doing what I did. Not only was it just a bad idea in general, but... Liam was gonna be upset when he woke up alone. I reminded myself not to care about what he thought. He was a controlling, obsessive, possessive, lying, cheating jerk. Then again... Maybe he wasn't lying to me. Maybe Harry was. But even if Liam wasn't lying, he was still controlling, obsessive, and possessive, and I couldn't be with somebody like that. It was one thing to be protective, but it was another to not trust me and follow me around like a creepy stalker to figure out who I'm with every second of every day.
"Why were you with him?"
"I... I don't know. I just ran into him on my walk and it was raining and I asked him if could just stay at our - his - house until the rain let up, and then I got caught up in all the memories and... I made a mistake."
"Oh." he replied quietly, looking really quite hurt, and I sighed.
"Look, Harry, it's not like I'm going back to him or anything. I left him a note and told him that last night was a mistake and that me and him shouldn't talk to each other anymore. I'm cutting off all my ties to him."
