The Badboy's Brat.

Chapter 25

Narration

Ryan isolated him from everybody and went to his secret hidespot. He believes that spending some time alone with himself will help him to forget her. Just thinking about her was causing him pain. He didn't attend Zayn's and Harry's calls as he completely ignored everyone. He thinks that spending some time alone will heal his wounded heart but in fact, a few comforting  words and his best mates are his only medicine.

"Am I making a mistake?" He mumbled to himself as he was clouded by his thoughts. His thoughts about her. It was impossible for him to think anything other than her. Every time he thinks that he should give up, it feels like dying. It hurted him more than he imagined. His painful train of thoughts was interrupted by a call. He took his phone and the caller ID said Zayn. He didn't know whether to attend or not because he had already declined his calls from the morning which made him guilty. "It is not Zayn's fault and why am I ignoring him then?" But before he could attend his call, the call got cut, making a deep sigh escape his lips.

"I'm sorry, Zayn," he muttered as he closed his eyes.

"You're forgiven, moron," said a voice which startled him and he was surprised to see Zayn and Harry at his doorstep. 

"Why the fuck weren't you attending our calls, jackass!" Yelled Harry as he smacked him hard in his head.

"Ouch, that hurts," exclaimed Ryan rubbing his head, trying to soothe the throbbing pain.

"It was meant to hurt, dumbass," said Harry. Zayn was standing at the doorstep with his arms crossed over his chest. He had a stone face and glared at Ryan.

"Who are we, Ryan?" He asked as he slowly advanced toward him.

"What do you mean?" He was baffled.

"Answer me, Ryan. Who are we?" He asked as he sat down beside him.

"We're friends. You both are my best pals," said Ryan.

"What a fucking joke," said Harry as he laughed mocking him, he held his head low

"You say we are your friends, and what are friends for? To leave the other suffering from whatever he was facing? No, friends are there to help you to overcome it. To give you their shoulder to make you better. To cry with you or to kill the fucking bastard who hurt you. Said that will always be there and made it a reality by always abiding by your side. And here, you are isolating yourself from us. Not telling what is bothering you. Not letting us help you and not letting us at least stay by you. Now tell me, what are we?" He questioned, his voice gentle.

"Look, I'm sorry for ignoring you two. I thought that some time alone would feel good but I was wrong. The moment you both stepped in was the exact moment I felt better. You both are not my friends but my life," he said.

"Finally, some forceful sense had been knocked into this dumb ass," said Harry rolling his eyes.

Ryan chuckled and pulled the two into a tight hug as Zayn and Harry hugged him back.

"I know it's corny but I love you guys," said Harry, making them chuckle.

"The feelings are mutual," they said in unison as they chuckled.

"So tell us. What happened?" Asked Zayn.

"Nothing. I suddenly felt low and thought that I'd be good if I spent some time alone. I'm sorry guys," said Ryan, trying to hide the truth.

"Come on, just tel-" Harry was cut off by Zayn as he said, "It's okay. Are you feeling good now?" 

"Never better," said Ryan with a smile. Zayn eyed Harry not to ask anything further.