What We Are - N.H

Fifty One

MABEL'S P.O.V {of the night}

So I came home at about 6:00, just like I had said. I couldn't see Niall when I came in so I assumed he was in bed. He did have a pretty late night after all.

I strolled into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the near cupboard, filling it with water I reached into my bag and pulled out the strip of paracetamols, my just in cases. I had an awful headache and I wasn't willing for any drama to kick off this evening, I just wanted to get in to bed and forget about everything.

Slowly I decided to make my way into the bedroom, hoping that for everyone's sake Niall was asleep.

I peaked my head through the crack in the door, checking if the coast was clear for me to wriggle into the bad next to him as if nothing had happened. Unfortunately, he was awake and reading what looked like a newspaper. I just stood in the door way of our bedroom, I didn't want to go in, for some reason I felt very scared of what was to come.

"why?" He said emotionless, not even looking up from the paper.

"why.. why what" I stuttered, I knew exactly what he meant

"Please, don't act the fool Mabel. You know what I mean" He looked up from the news paper he was reading and stared at me.

He must have seen us, couldn't he tell that it wasn't serious, it was just a friendly heart to heart. E was just helping me and anyway, what did it matter to Niall.

"I....I didn't mean to, I was out walking and then he stopped and took me for a coffee, he was being nice, please don't hurt him again" I said quickly, wanting to get of this topic as soon as possible.

"what? Who?" he asked, I know that I had a disguise on, but it was blatantly obvious that the man I was with was Ethan. A huge rush of guilt ran through my body. What made me think that I could just go out with other guys when I'm supposed to be in a relationship with Niall.

"It was Ethan, I'm so sorry" I opened the wardrobe door and took out my suit case, emptying everything that I owned from the cupboard into the bag.

"woah woah woah what do you think your doing?" he asked, quickly, watching my every move "you aren't seriously going to do this to me?"

I didn't reply. I was to scared that if I did, the tears would spill and wouldn't stop when they did. I just needed to think for a second. Was this really the only option we have left. If he wasn't willing to leave then I will, I don't want to for gods sake, but I have to. It can't be like this forever.

Slowly I stood up and walked into the bathroom, I tried as hard as I could to not look back at him, calling after me. Once I had shut the door and I was out of his sight, I couldn't stop myself from sobbing uncontrollably. I couldn't stand the pain that was taking over me. I looked up and stared at the broken reflection watching me, even she was stronger than I will ever be, hiding behind the glass in another world. 

"Why are you doing this? Whats the point? How is this going to help you in any way?" I whispered, closing my eyes and slumping down the wall. I just sat on the cold tiled floor for a few minutes, reminiscing the last few years we had spent together. I still remember the first time I ever laid eyes on him, every day since then, I have fallen in love with him all over again.  

Slowly, I decided it was time to go back into the bedroom. Of course I wasn't ready for this to happen, but it would be the best, for me, for us.

"so I guess this is it then" I bent over and picked up the bag, slinging over my shoulder and began to move towards the door.

Just as I walked past the bed, he sprung up like a trampoline and nearly flattened me as he landed in front of me.

"STOP" he shouted grabbing my wrist, instantly he released his grip as I winced, tears pricking the corners of my eyes, I hadn't even realized the pain I was in,  "please, Mabel, just look at me." I turned my head so that I was now facing him.