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Liam’s POV

“What is wrong with you Harry!?” Harry had just ranted on how Niall got lost and every single word that was said and all I can think is what an idiot. It’s been a week since they broke up and all Harry does is complain. “Did you not even listen to what he said to you!?” He frowned.

“He’s fucking disturbing my education! I don't deserve this Liam!” 

“Harry! He’s sick! You entering this relationship was also your choice knowing this could actually happen. You knew this would happen one day! But look at this in his side. He has been living alone and unloved in a big empty house for years and suddenly someone comes along and he falls for them and then he makes a small mistake. One. And the first one he has made and that one person who he actually trusted just walks away. Think about it Harry!”

“I don't deserve this Liam! I didn't do anything wrong!” I groaned.

“You’re impossible”. I walked out Louis’ house and began to drive. Harry is being an ignorant twat. I actually can’t believe him. If I was in Niall’s point of view right now I’d be completely heart broken. I parked the car and got out, walking to the door, knocking three times. I heard nothing and frowned, knocking again. I waited for a few minutes and went to knock again but the door swung open. I gaped at him, as he's wearing a stained t-shirt, along with creased trackies. His eyes have massive, dark bags under them and he looks so much thinner than before. He opened the door more and I walked in cautiously. There is littered boxes of partially eaten delivery food which, mixed with his seemingly to be 56-hour-showerless body, creates an aroma that smells like hurt. “Niall are…are you okay?” He moved some of the used tissues, dirty dishes and boxes off the couch so we could sit down. I know this is out of the ordinary for him. I know he has OCD therefore he is definitely not okay.

“Yeah I…I’m….I…I’m f-fi-i-n-n-” he began to sob and I pulled him to my side. rubbing his left arm to soothe him. “W-where did I…I go wrong? W-w-why did h-he give u-up on m-me?” I began to feel guilty and sorry for him.

“It’s okay shh. Harry’s an idiot. He’s being immature. He’ll come around”.

“B-but I screwed u-up! It’s my fault!”.

“No! Don't say that. Harry is just being an idiot, okay?” I noticed the fresh cuts on his arms but I avoided the topic due to his already fragile state. I remember how it felt to be heartbroken. It’s the worst feeling in the world. “But know that I care about you. You’re not alone okay?” He sniffed. 

“Y-you do?” He looked like he was a lot younger than me right now. He looked so innocent and vulnerable. I smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, we’re friends”.

“I really love him”.

“I know. He’ll come around”. He cried himself to sleep and I lay him down on the couch, collecting all the rubbish and putting it in bags. I can’t believe Harry. It was only the first and one mistake he had made. He knew deep down this would’ve eventually happened. I know he would. Even I did, I mean a man with Agoraphobia? of course something was going to happen with him getting freaked out and lost. of course Niall would have that situation where he was in no state to help himself. But the way Harry was acting is ridiculous. I hate him right now. I can’t believe he would do this to Niall. Niall obviously hasn't taken this well at all. He is wearing dirty, stained and creased clothes. His house is a complete mess. He probably hasn't showered since it happened and he's been self harming. I never know he did though. Harry never mentioned it before. 

I got my phone out and took a photo of Niall, opening it in a new message.

Get your act together. Would you look at him?

I sent the message and continued tp clean, careful that I didn't wake Niall. I couldn't even imagine how Niall is feeling right now. I sat down next to Niall and got my phone out of my pocket, opening a new message I had from Harry. 

He should sort himself out first.

I huffed.

Be considerate here!

His reply was immediate. 

Why should I? He’s a dick.

What is his problem?

Harry! Think about all he has done for you! He made one mistake! Stop being such a sook and man up! You're the dick here. 

I sighed and closed my eyes, slowly drifting to sleep.

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I could hear quiet sniffles and slowly opened my eyes to see Niall staring at my phone. I immediately sat up ad scooted so I was next to him. 

“Niall? What’s wrong?”

“I-I thought t-this was my phone and I…I thought that Harry texted m-me b-but it was your phone a-and I’m a dicl and a l-loser and h-he hates m-me”. I pulled him into a hug and mentally growled. Harry is being completely unfair.

“How about you go have a shower and get yourself cleaned up yeah?” He hesitantly nodded. 

“O-okay”. He walked up the stairs but stopped halfway and turned to me. “Thank you Liam For leaning and…for caring”

“It’s okay. Just go and get cleaned up.” I got a bad feeling and waited for the water to turn on, but it didn’t. I panicked and ran up the stairs to his room, walking to the bathroom and opening the door. Niall’s head shot up at me in shock and fright and I gasped, pulling the silver blade from his hand and pressing a towel to his wrist. “Niall! What are you doing!?” I pressed the towel even tighter due to how deep he seemed to go. Was he about to-

“I-I’m sorry”

“Niall were you going to-” he let out a loud sob and I held him tightly.

“He hates me! He doesn't love me back! I’m a lose and he’s-”

I held him tighter and shushed him quietly. 

“I swear to god I'm going to kill Harry. 

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