Well, I'm Still In Love With You
Summary: Niall Horan breaks up with his long-term girlfriend Cara, but immediately regrets it. Does he still have a chance to get back with her?
A/n: Here it is…The first chapter of my first fanfiction, I'm brave enough to post. Niall is the first person narrator, to give you a better experience, what he is going through. Also, English is not my first language, so I'm not entirely sure, I didn’t make any grammar mistakes! You just have to live with these now 😀
Warnings: a few curse words, alcohol
You broke her heart, and you fucking know that!” said my best friend in a very harsh tone to me. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on his words. “I don’t need a best friend to tell me that! On whose side are you anyways?” I knew that I would regret these words in the morning as well as breaking up with Cara. She’s the best thing ever happening to me since my parents got divorced when I was about 9. And now I was a stupid, drunk dumbass who overreacted over a small fight we had in the morning, said some brutal things and broke up with the better half of me. Or did she break up with me? My memory was too blurry to remember the whole conversation. Fact is, we aren’t together anymore. Because of my anger issues and drinking problem. “C’mon Niall, we need to get you home.” Louis got up from his chair at the table in the best bar in Mullingar and lifted me on my feet, just to hold onto my arm while getting me out of there. I was too tired to complain about it. All I need, is a bed. God, even a parc bench would do it at this point.
The next morning, I woke up with an annoying pounding in my head, with which my memories from last night came up.
“God Cara, you’re always so needy!” the confused look on her face broke my heart. “What are you saying Nialler?” Hearing my nickname out of her mouth always makes me weak, but this time, it helped getting even more mad at her, god knows why. “I can’t do anything without you, you’re ALWAYS with me!” I felt the anger in my voice, the anger was gettting a part of me. “I also need time for me, you’re really annoying sometimes, but I bet you didn’t even notice that.” I saw the tears shining in her eyes. She was about to break down right in front of me and all I did to help her, was more shouting till she finally had the courage to talk. “You know, when I’m such a burden to you, we can just break up!” I looked at her in shock, but quickly said: “Yes, it's for the best.” And walked away. Just before I turned around the corner to this pub, where Louis found me, I turned my head over my shoulder to have one last glance at the love of my life. She kneeled on the sidewalk, covering her face with her soft little hands, which were filled with the beautiful rings I gave her for every single important moment in our relationship, and was crying like a fool.
What is fucking wrong with me? I had absolutely no right to get so mad at her, for no reason may I add. All I knew was, that I really fucked up, she’ll never forgive me for my drunk words I didn’t even remember last night when Louis picked me- Where is he anyways? I got – very slowly, I know what hangovers can do to me – out of bed and went in my living room in the little apartment that I bought for my cousin who needs it for college, just to find Louis sleeping peacefully on the sofa. I know what for a light sleep Louis had, so a soft punch on the shoulder was enough for him to slowly open his eyes. He looked at me confused, but then seemed to remember what happened last night and why he’s here and not in his own house in London. “Hey lad, how are you doing?” he asked in a very sleepy voice. I shrugged my shoulders. Good question, my head hurts, but other than that, I just feel like a complete idiot. “Why did I do that Louis?” I asked him instead since I don’t really have an answer to his question. He got up and looked at me with a disappointed look on his face. “I don’t know Niall, I was wondering about that for the whole night.” He made a long pause to exhale. “She is – or was – the best thing in your life, apart from the band, why the fuck would you ever let her down and break her heart for nothing?” tears started forming in my eyes. I already miss her grumpy voice in the morning, the way she looked at me, when I played the guitar, her kisses, or the movie nights, where we only watched Disney movie because for her, only these movies where real movies. Louis was right, she is my world. “Where you high or something?” Louis asked as a joke. I laughed it off. But his sentence took me back to last morning.
I woke up without her next to me. That’s nothing new, she often has to leave early for work and doesn’t want to wake me up, even though I hate waking up without her lying in bed next to me. I took a glance at my phone to check the time while I got out of bed and found a missed call on my phone. Simon. Shit. The meeting. I was supposed to come to the studio yesterday to record the next song we wrote, even though it’s my holiday. Because of the beautiful date I had with Cara yesterday, I just simply forgot about it. I figured, calling him back immediately would make a better appearance, so I dialed his number. He answered after just a few seconds. “Hello Niall, I know what you’re trying to do with this phone call. Convince me to let you sing the solo.” I tried to say something, but he just continued. “That is not gonna happen because Harry already recorded your lines. He takes his job seriously, seems like you don’t.” Before I could respond to his harsh words, he hung up and left me staring at my phone in disbelieve.
“Hello? Niall?” I focused on Louis again, who was waving in front of my face. “Sorry, what did you say?” “I said, were you high or why did you break up with her?” Yeah. Right, that was the question. “No, but I was definitely drunk.” He stared at me with the are-you-being-serious look on his face and said: “Idiot. I already knew that. Why did you get drunk then?” I turned my face to the ground. “Say it.” I silently added Never mess with Louis again to my list and said in a whispering tone: “Simon said, I’m not getting the solo cause I forgot the meeting yesterday and that I certainly don’t care about my job.” I dared looking at Louis again, scared, he’s gonna get mad at me, but he just got up from the small sofa and hugged me. He embraced me like I was a little child. “Simon is a true Asshole; do you know that?” he whispered into my ear. I chuckled. “But I still don’t understand why you broke up with her…“ I inhaled deeply. “Well, I got drunk because I was mad, I was so angry for forgetting the meeting. I drank so much. I didn’t care that it was morning, I just wanted to forget about everything.” I felt too humiliated to finish the story, so Louis did it for me. “And let me guess, Cara walked in on you, saw you drinking, you had a fight, and you escaped the situation. Just to drink more.” I nodded, too tired to respond. I was so stupid. „You know what happened after that? She showed up at the pub to tell me something exiting that happened to her at work and I was too stressed and mad. I shouted at her, said, she was annoying, and we broke up.” He patted my shoulder and walked out of the room. I quickly followed him. “Tea?” I asked. The British boy drinks more than 3 cups of black tea every single morning, to get ready for the day. But he shook his head. “Thanks, but not for me.” I stared at him in complete disbelieve. Louis William Tomlinson doesn’t want to drink a single cup of hot, black tea? I only experienced that once since we’re in the band which was about 2 years ago. He and Harry broke—Wait, why was he in Mullingar anyways? It was our holiday, he is supposed to be in London in his home with Harry, not here in Mullingar. Not that I’m complaining about it, if he hadn’t been there, I’d probably still be in that stupid pub, drunk. “Louis, is something wrong with Harry?” Whenever his boyfriend—or should I say fiancé— gets mad for whatever reason, Louis is escaping his home, mostly showing up at Liams doorstep. “No, how do you come to that conclusion?” he responded to me, in an offended voice—too offended for Louis, he never talks like that. “I know you’re lying.” I said, looking closely in his eyes, to see every single change in his facial expressions. I could basically see the hurt in his baby blue eyes, that Harry adored so much. “Why am I friends with an empathic person...” he murmured under his breath. “He wants to impress Simon again… I just hope it doesn’t fire back.” He said louder so I could hear him. Harry is clearly Simons favorite out of the five of us. The best looking, the best voice, the sweetest personality, but he often uses him to show us other four, how we are supposed to be. Harry is under so much pressure when Simon starts comparing him to everyone else, so he doesn’t think about anything else, except Simon’s opinions. The worst thing to do to Louis. He’s a person who has a bad self-esteem, so Harry’s behavior is in fact making that worse. “You know, you maybe have to tell him, how he’s acting and that it’s not good for both of you or he’s going to break you guys up again…” before he could answer me, my doorbell rang. I looked straight at Louis with an scared and alarmed look on my face. That’s not going to be Cara, right? I’m not ready to face her.
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