All Your Little Things

Chapter 37- Last Chances

Niall

1 week Later

I went over to Harry's place because I heard Elizabeth was leaving this morning. I wanted one last chance to change her mind.

We had kept our distance the past week, but from what I have heard, she was upset. She had been up and about, shopping, and going out with some friends here in London. However, Harry said she was just different. She was quiet and dark, and separated from everything.

That hurt. Lib was never one to act like that. I never meant to be the cause of that. I should not have said anything to David, and I should have let her be happy.

I knocked on the door. Harry said they would be out. She opened the door and rolled her eyes. "What?" She demanded of me.

"I just need a few minutes to talk with you." She walked inside, leaving the door open so that I may come inside. She looked raw, unprepared for anyone. Her hair piled on top of her head, sitting there in jean and a Georgetown sweatshirt. I liked that. It made her look real.

"Look, I know I was wrong for what I said to David." I said.

"You think?"

"Hey!" I said. "I felt I was doing the right thing!"

"How were you doing the right thing?"

"So he wouldn't go on in life living a lie with you! So you wouldn't be lying to yourself! So you could be in love with the person you were really in love with!"

"How do you know what I want?"

"I know you better than you know yourself. I know you want it to be that people don't know absolutely everything, but I do. I know you so well. If nothing else, I can see it in your eyes. I can see the sadness and the fear of getting caught and hatred for what you're doing to him! You are so damn unhappy!"

"God, Niall."

"What? You're finally realizing how much I really love you? Did you not see it before?" She turned around and began packing up some things. I coninued talking.

"Do you not see me, Elizabeth? Do you not see what we have? Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me! Tell me how much you hate me! I fucking dare you! All you ever think about is how everyone else is out to get you and it's a completely insane idea that some people might actually care about you that much--"

"STOP!" She put her hands to her ears, and turned around. "Fine. You win! I love you now and forever; I always have. I can also look you in the eyes and say that I resent how much you've taken over my life. How much every fiber of my being depends on you. and how much I hate that. I don't want to depend on you! And yes, it's crazy that some people actually care because almost everyone I meet screws me over!"

I was silent.

"ARE YOU HAPPY?" She screamed. "Is that what you wanted? Did you want me to just bare it all out like that? Is that going to make you leave me alone long enough for me to figure out what I want and what I need to do? Because you can't give me a break!"

"You know what I want?! I want you to stop being so closed off, it's ridiculous! I'm lucky I figured you out! We would've crumbled months ago if I hadn't!"

"What if I don't want anyone to figure me out? Is it so crazy that I wouldn't want anyone to know every emotion, to know everything that haunts me?"

"YES! Because then no one can help you!"

"Well, guess what? You bringing me into your world never helped me at all!"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"