Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 12 - Truth

This chapter is almost entirely dialouge, so I'm going to write it with just dialogue. This could be interesting. When Emma is speaking, I will put an e in front of her words, and with Niall I will use an n.

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(Emma's POV)

"Why do you dye your hair?" I said the first question that comes to mind, not wanting to ask anything too deep just yet.

"It makes me unique. Anyone, even someone who couldn't care less about me or my band can be taught that the blonde one is Niall. It makes me distinctive." I admit thinking the same thing a long time ago, and that being the only reason he had been my favorite. But I wasn't about to tell him that I had liked him better than the others even before this whole ordeal."If you had to chose one of the members of the band to date, who would you chose?" He asks me. I blush a bit, thankful he can't see in the darkness, and think about my answer. But there is only be logical choice, as much as I hate to admit it to the blonde boy laying next to me.

"Definitely you." I admit, but hurriedly move onto the next question. "If you had to kick some one out of the band, who would you kick out?"

"That's not a fair question!" He protests.

"Deal with it." Him asking who I would date wasn't a fair question either.

"I can't kick anyone out of the band." He finally say. I sigh loudly in the darkNess.

"And why not?" I press him. Its an interesting question and I'm curious for the answer.

"Is that your new question?" He asks, and I smile at how persistent he is to not answer the question.

"Fine," I concede after a moment of silence. "But you better have a really good reason."

"Okay. Well first off I can't kick any of them out because they're all my best friends. And I can't kick out Harry or Louis without kicking out the other, and a band is hardly a band with only three members. I can't get rid of Liam, because without Liam, we all would have impaled ourselves on something. He's kind of like a sane, logical, version of management without the need to make us feel bad every second of every day. And Zayn and I are best friends. Back when this all started I was terrified of him, but now we are in good terms. I  wouldn't ruin that over the band. So I guess the answer to your question is myself. Why did you choose me?" He lets out a lot of information in one paragraph, and I'm a bit confused by the question at the end.

"What?" I ask in confusion.

He sighs. "When I asked which member of the band you would go out with you chose me. Why?" He specifies his question and I remember the game and my answer to his previous question. Oops...

"Because Harry and Louis are dating already, I'm terrified of Zayn, and I would always feel bad about dating Liam because up until a few weeks ago I couldn't remember his name." Most of it is true, except the part about fearing Zayn. I figured that it would be a valid reason to chose Niall over him, and there weren't very many of those.

"Hey, Zayn is a good guy!" Niall suddenly protests.

I roll my eyes at him. "You just admitted like five sentences ago that he used to scare you, I have earned the right to be intimidated."

I hear him laugh a bit, almost a giggle, and my heart softens for him just a little bit more. He's not cute. I remind myself, but each time I say it It seems no more like a lie. "Fair point." He says, and it takes me a moment to remember what we were talking about.

"Alright, next question." I decide it's time to move on. "Why are you so insecure?"

(Nialls POV)