Chapter Twenty Two - Bitter Tragedy

It all started the past week. Harry would always come back homr at 5 in the mornimg smelling like he just sucked someone's dick but Niall never questioned it. Actually, he didn't have the nerves to because he wasn't the one fullfilling Harry's needs and he completely understands that a man have his needs too and sometimes a hand gets tiring. Niall pretended that Harry comes home early and that he didn't know that Harry was basically fucking someone everynight, because he kissed Zayn, twice, and that's also cheating. What Harry is doing is only fair.

The thing is, Niall rarely sees Harry's face around the house anymore and honestly, he was scared that the curly haired boyfriend had forgotten all about him and has run off to whoever he was dating behind his back. After all, Niall's easy to forget, or at least that's what he thought.

The blonde splashed his face with water and he looked up into the mirror and sighed. He almost looked like a squirral on crack with the amount of stress increasing and his health decreasing. Honestly, it was driving him to the point of being crazy, just insane. Harry was fine just two weeks ago when he was begging Niall to act like he loves him and now. . . now he seems like he don't care no more.

He had left George with his mother, since he realized that he can't mob around the house and need to talk to Harry. So he waited on the lazy boy in his living room as he waited for the familer sound of the car engine to come by. His face was calm but inside his body was a battle as he tried to figure out the problems. Niall leaned forward, blue eyes glancing at the clock on the wall remarking to himself that Harry should be home anytime now. After a few minutes, he heard the sound of the car driving up the drive way, the slamming of the car doors, the sound of Harry's heavy boots on the pave, the way the keys jingle and the click sound that the door made when Harry unlocked it and made his way inside the house.

Harry stoped when he realized that Niall was sitting right there as he stared at him walk inside the house. "Um. . . hey Niall." He greeted awkwardly scratching the back of his neck then proceed to get upstairs into the bedroom but he was stopped by Niall's stern voice.

"Harry,"

The curly haired lad turned around to face the blonde and he saw him standing there with a stoic expression and his lips pressed in a thin line. "It's five in the morning, you're supposed to be home 11 hours ago." The blonde folded his arms, as he stood up from where he was sitting. He only wished Harry would tell him the truth, because there's no point in lying because he already knows about his whereabouts. "Uh yeah. . . I um had a busy night at work." Niall raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend and them he proceed to walk towards him, voilently pulling at his white collar to reveal a hickey. "I don't remember giving you one, Harry." Niall grumbled, "What? Did work fucked you up really bad that you even had a hickey?" Niall mocked, he was beyond mad at this point. He believed that maybe Harry would tell him the truth. They never lied to each other, not until now. Harry looked like a deer caught in head lights as he stared at his boyfriend, "I. . ."

Niall chuckled humourlessly, "Just say it Harry, I can take more stress." The curly haired lad shook his head; "I've got nothing to be sorry for." Harry breathed out, and Niall did a double take as he stared at the taller boy, baffeled. "I'm sorry, what?"

Harry raised his eyebrow, "You heard me, Niall. I'm not sorry." Niall stared at him, blue eyes holding nothing but shock and a tad bit of sadness in them. This wasn't the answer he was expecting from the curly haired lad. Harry looked cold, eyes spiking the chilling glare through Niall's skull. "I'm not sorry for what I've done. It doesn't count as cheating if you never loved me back, Niall!" Harry yelled, inching towards the blonde with every word he say, "You could lie it to my face all you want saying that you love me, and I know that they're all such baloney!" The curly haired lad yelled, flipping his hair out of his face angrily. His perfectly sculpted face was red with anger and he was glarimg at the shorter blonde in front of him, green eyes showing nothing but remorse, anger and sadness. Niall sighed, taking slow and cautious steps towards the furious man, "Harry. . . I-" He was stopped midway, Harry's big hand coming up to abrubly hault him from saying anything more. The baby blue eyes widened at the look on his boyfriend's face, if he could even call him that, Harry's face was almost. . . scary.

That didn't stop Niall from taking a step forward, it never did. With a stuttering breath, he reached for the taller lad's tattoed wrist. There was nothing more he could utter, nothing more he could say enough to mean it with his heart. So he spoke out what he thought was the most fitting for the situation. "I'm sorry, Harry."

That's when Harry broke, even the nicest people have a breaking point and this is where Harry Styles had enough. He chuckled out dryly, slapping Niall's hand away from his wrist. "Sorry? You're not sorry Niall, you don't mean it. You never meant anything! You're just here because I got your pregnant ass a home because no one wants to fuck with you no more!" Harry yelled, moving away from Niall as the blonde stared at him, crying and confused.

"W-What?"

There was a silence that lingered in the air for a while except for the angry breaths leaving Harry's lips and the whimpers Niall was letting out. "You're using me, Niall. And I'm done." with that said, he left the blonde crying and stomped up the stairs to the bedroom, slamming the door shut. Niall slid down the wall, eyes still wide at what Harry had just said to him.

"I'm sorry."