The boy With Blue Eyes - Chapter 7
I opened my eyes to see a giant pair of blue ones staring back at me.
“Lou!” I giggled, scrunching up my nose and grabbing him in a tight hug. “You have to get up! Harry’s making breakfast!” He laughed. “You’re almost as sleepy as Zayn in the morning, and even he’s downstairs!” I rolled over, and lazily stood up out of bed. I then walked like a zombie over to Louis. “Woah there, I’ll help you downstairs…” We both laughed as I tripped over my own feet, barely awake.
We finally made it downstairs and to the table. “Look who decided to join us!” Liam exclaimed, giggling. “Harry! Finish the damn pancakes!” Niall yelled jokingly, not acknowledging my appearance. He was extremely focused on Harry. Of course he was, Harry was making the food… If there was one thing I had learned from when I met these boys, it’s that Niall loves food. Harry shot me a evil glance before turning to Niall. “They’re almost done, you hog.” He said sternly, and everyone at the table stopped.
“Y-you know… I-I’m not very hungry anymore.” Niall managed to choke out, his eyes welling up with tears. He abruptly stood up from his chair and ran up the stairs. “Niall, no-” Liam said, quickly following him. Zayn looked at Harry with fury. “What the fuck was that?!” He spat out, while Harry looked into his eyes with absolutely no sympathy for the crying boy. “Harry you know Niall is sensitive!” Louis joined in, letting go of my hand, and getting closer to Harry. Suddenly, he slammed a plate full of pancakes on the table in front of the two boys. “Here’s your damn pancakes.” He muttered. And with that, he strutted his way out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
Louis turned to me and kissed me. “Baby, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with him, he’s never been like that…” He looked over at Zayn. “Never.” He agreed. Suddenly, everything I thought about last night came rushing back to me. I really was ruining their friendship. And now it wasn’t just Louis and Harry, it was everyone. I was the reason poor Niall was upstairs sulking. “Oh no.” I muttered, tears welling up in my eyes. Before Louis or Zayn had the chance to grab me or ask me what was wrong, I darted upstairs.
I stood in the hallway, trying to determine which room the sobs were emerging from. I passed each door until the crying grew louder in front of one. I quickly threw the door open, rushing in toward Niall, who was sitting in the corner, being snuggled by Liam. “Niall I am so sorry,” I stuttered, grabbing him right as Liam let him go. “And I barely know you, but you didn’t deserve that. No one has ever seen him act like that.” I whispered in his ear. Niall took his hands from his face, revealing his bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks. “I- I know. But I was just getting rid of my-” Niall began, but didn’t finished before he collapsed in sobs again. “Getting rid of your what?” I asked, gently pulling his hands away from his face. “M-my self consciousness.” He said, looking at me, and I could tell he was trying so hard to not cry once again.
Me and Niall must have sat there for an hour. Liam left, and I hadn’t seen Louis or Zayn since I ran up here. He spent most of the time telling me how some of the fans don’t include him, how sometimes they hug all of the guys except him… How that was the reason he was so self conscious. “Niall, that is awful…” I whispered sympathetically, not knowing exactly what to say. Words could not describe how angry I was at all of those girls… or Harry. “I should probably go find Lou, I bet he’s worried sick.” I said. “Yeah.” Niall laughed a bit, but before I stood up, he pulled me close and whispered in my ear. “He really loves you, you know.” He said seriously. “I could see it in his eyes last night.” And with that, he gently released my arm, smiling. “And I absolutely love him the same way.” I replied, a grin across my face.
I opened the door to find the three boys sitting on the floor, arms and legs stretched out across each other. Zayn and Liam were asleep, but Louis definitely wasn’t. He jumped up from his spot on the floor, pulling me close to him. “Is everything OK?” He asked, worried. “Yes, babe. Everything is fine… Niall was telling me about the rude girls who love everyone in the band but him. Isn’t that awful?” Louis nodded a bit, making a sad expression. “It is such a shame. If they only knew him, he’s wonderful.” I nodded, looking over to the object in Zayn’s sleeping hands. “He brought up the pancakes…” Louis said, noticing me looking at the plate. “I think I’m going to warm them up and surprise him. Maybe cheer him up a tad.” He smiled, swiftly grabbing the plate full of pancakes and heading toward the kitchen downstairs.
“I don't have any friends and don't have any intention of making any. People will stab you in the back, mistreat you, talk about me behind your back, steal from you. And they're not really your friends. They're only there because you're a celebrity or because they want to get something from you.”
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