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Niall's POV
Jess and I talked for quite a while, and I had sat and played with Dylan for a little bit. He was a sweet kid, with a wicked sense of humor and very compassionate. I could see what she was trying to do, keeping him from me, it wasn't just for my protection. Dylan wouldn't understand me being gone for months on end. I still hate the fact she kept it from me, and lied for years, but I see now, no matter how twisted her plan had been.
I told Jess about my struggles with depression, and how that now I wanted to be in Dylan's life, and that meant I would get therapy. I know I needed it, and after the time in the hospital I knew that I was in a bad place and couldn't drag an innocent child into it as well.
As for my relationship with Jess, I wasn't sure where that was going to go. I loved her, and part of me still does, but I don't know how we could ever work out. I don't want to think about that right now.
"Niall! Niall! Niall lookie! Lookie!" Dylan screamed, jumping up and down as he pointed the giant brick castle he had built. I faked astonishment, and placed my tea down before running towards him.
"This is amazing, Dylan. You are a brilliant little boy." Dylan smiled, grabbing onto my legs and wrapping himself around them in a hug. I felt my heart clench, and it hurt to know that he cared about me even after just meeting. Jess and I had decided to slowly break the news, in hopes he wouldn't become confused too fast. Jess smiled softly, eyes meeting mine from her spot on the couch.
"Thank you" She mouthed, and I smiled back at her, because for the first time in a long time, I felt at home.
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Broken Boy (Niall Horan)
FanfictionShe left. And I didn't know why. I wasn't good enough. I didn't treat her right. This must be it. There isn't any other explanation. She's gone and now I'm broken.
