Part 10 long Niall #imagine

You walk out of the tourbus with your hand intertwined in Niall's. He looks at you, smiles and gives you a little nod, saying that everything will be fine. You walk into the hotel and find your room. It's a room with seperate bedrooms, so you're all together. You walk inside and everyone's already there. You and Harry switch looks, he 'asks' you if you told him, but you just shake your head. He sighs dissapointed and looks back at his phone, eyebrows knitted together.

"Babe, you want some tea?" Eleanor wakes you up from your thoughts. "Erm, no, thanks I'm fine." you smile at her. "Everything alright?" "Yeah, I'm great." you lie. Your phone starts ringing and you go through your bag to find it. "Hello?" you answer. "Hey [Y/N]! it's mum here!" you're pretty shocked she's calling you. You didn't think she would and you certainly didn't think she'd care. Since your sister died, she didn't really care that much about you. "Hey mum, what's up?" you walk to one of the bedrooms, not knowing to which boy it belonged to. You open the door and you see one suitcase. It could only be from Harry or Zayn, cause otherwise there'd be two suitcases. "Nothing much, just wanted to know everything's fine." "Yes, everything's great." you say in a very unenthusiastic tune. "I was wondering-" here it goes, you're thinking. "I heard Nick called you about his wedding?" "Yes he did, why?" "He'd really appreciate it if you'd help. Please, [Y/N], just do it for your brother." "Why can't he call me? Why do you have to do that? Is he afraid to talk to me?" that moment the door opens and of course, Harry walks in. He sits on the bed and looks at you, but this time, you can't make up anything of his facial expressions. "No, he's just very busy, don't be so rude!" "Oh, I'm being rude?" you tear up a little bit, but try to hold up for Harry. "He's the one who doesn't want me in his life until he needs something, then I'm being rude? He's just being an asshole." "Don't talk like that about your brother! He's sweet and if you'd be a little bit kinder to him, you'd see that too!" "Oh, now it's all my fault we grew apart?" "To be honest, yes. You're the one who didn't search for contact, you're the one who locked herself in her room cause she didn't want to talk, you're the one who's being the impossible one now, so yes." "Are you serious? If you say that, don't even try being my mum. YOU DISGUST ME!" you hang up the phone and start crying really badly. You lay your head against the wall where the little couch you're sitting on, leans against. You're sobbing and Harry comes and sits next to you. "What was that about?" he asks you, looking forward. "Do you even care?" you ask between wiping away your tears and blowing your nose. "Yes, I do. I care a lot about you." he looks over his shoulder, cause he's leaning forward. "Are you gonna tell me?" he asks in a sweet tune. He's so lovely, you really couldn't live without him, he's seriously your best friend. "It was my mum. She basically told me I was a bitch who made my brother and I split up, so now I have to be the one to make it all up again and to help him with his wedding. Well, after she said that, she doesn't have to count on me." you haven't looked Harry in the eyes and you don't dare either. He could almost read your mind just by looking into your eyes, he knew you so well.

Harry's P.O.V.

"Are you sure you don't wanna do this?" now she looks me straight in the eyes. "You really think I'd help my brother with a wedding where I wouldn't even belong, cause everyone hates me there-" "Why do they hate you?" "That- that doesn't matter, but-" "[Y/N]? Why do they hate you?" "I told you! It doesn't matter! They hated me since I was born, so it didn't take much to even hate me more." "What did you do?" "Why do you even bother? It's not like it would change anything about it if I told you!" "I might be able to help!" I'm getting a little bit mad. She's holding important things from me and Niall and I absolutely don't like that. "No one can help me!" she stands up and runs out of the room. I rub my hands over my face. Why can't she tell me that?

Your P.O.V.

You run out of the room, into Niall's arms. You bury your head in his chest and start to cry a little bit. "Hey babe, what's up? What's wrong? Why are you so sad lately?" Harry comes out of the room and leans against the door opening. He looks at you and you look at him. "I have to tell you something." you say to Niall. You grab his hand and drag him into his bedroom. In the mean time, you switch looks with Harry and he slightly smiles, meaning he's happy you're gonna tell something to Niall. You're sitting on the bed and Niall grabs your hands. You sigh and say: "It's hard for me to talk about." "Are you sure you can do it?" he asks you out of concern. "Yes I'm sure. So here it goes..."

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