Niall's POV:Chapter 44
I pace around the house a nervous wreck. I told myself that today was the day I'd finally grow the balls to ask Sky out. I spend nearly everyday with her and when we aren't together, I miss her. It's crazy to think that this is where we would end up. I never thought I'd be this close to someone again. It's scary as hell, but for her I'm willing to go all in.
I've tried calling Harry five times already just to be sent to voicemail. I checked on him yesterday and he didn't reek of alcohol. I can only hope he has finally stopped with this terrible cycle he has created. Not for me but for himself. I don't want to see him go down that dark path and I know Sky will feel guilty in some sort of way considering Harry is her best friend.
Sky is currently out with Ki. I'm not really sure what they are doing considering when I asked, Ki rolled her eyes at me followed by, "wouldn't you like to know Horan." Her laugh afterwards eased my anxiety at the sudden thought of her hating me for some reason.
As soon as I sit my phone down on the counter it vibrates. I flip it back over seeing a text.
Lexi: Wanna go out later?
I roll my eyes at her sudden urge to see me.
Me: Can't. Busy later.
I lay my phone back down onto the counter and walk away. I walk upstairs to change. I've changed four times already. I don't know what to wear. I wanna look good for her. I put a different outfit on and tell myself I'm not changing again.
I've tried everything to calm my nerves while I wait for her. Golf, playing guitar, playing piano, writing. I tried watching a movie. All of those things make me think about her and I'm still nervous. Nothing is helping. Why am I so nervous? Because she could say no.
"Sorry Niall but I just don't want to be in a relationship with you. I hope you understand." What if she says that? Maybe I shouldn't ask her. No if I don't ask I'll just keep backing out. I'm gonna do it. Or not. Fucking hell.
I realize I'm pacing and speaking out loud when another voice startles me.
"What the hell are you doing?"
I nearly jump ten feet into the air.
"Fucking Christ Harry!" I say with my hand on my chest feeling my heart race.
"You talk to yourself often?" He smiles with a slight chuckle. He laughed. Or maybe I'm just hearing something I want to hear. I'm thinking too much.
"Eff off will ya," I grumble. He's ignored us for days and now he's here with a smile on his face listening to me talk to myself about Sky. It's embarrassing really.
He raises his hands up and shrugs coming to sit onto the couch.
"How have you been?" I ask using this time to worry about something else.
"Peachy."
"That's it?" I raise my eyebrow and cross my arms over my chest.
"Please don't start in on me. I'm fine, I'm out of the house aren't I?" He leans back into the couch letting out a breath.
That answer will do for now I guess. I nod my head at him and take a seat.
Harry's POV:
My mind runs but not with thoughts I can process into words. My mind is constantly racing. It's exhausting, it makes me just wanna sleep my days away.
It's better to just change the subject.
"What's got you all nervous?" I ask considering he's been a jumpy mess since I got here.
"If I tell you will you promise not to jump down my throat?"
Depends on what it is, "yeah sure, go on."
"So convincing mate. While we're at it, how about I just lay back and tell you all my problems since you seem so open."
He's joking.
"Haha.. what is it Niall? Skylar? Yep already knew. What's my prize?"
"You're a real pain in the ass you know that." He shakes his head at me and I let out a laugh.
"It's written all over your face man. You make this too easy for me."
"Okay I'm done with this conversation now."
He stands up and walks towards the door and motions for me to walk over.
"You're kicking me out?" I laugh.
"You're stressing me out and I already can't think straight." He runs his hands over his face and I put my hands up.
I walk towards the door and place my hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure whatever it is you'll be fine."
"Thanks for the pep talk dad."
"I'm gone," I say and walk out the door. I toss my keys in my hand and think of the whole Niall and Skylar situation. I can't think too hard because lately I haven't felt much about anything. Truth is, I could care less right now.
This was my first time out of the house in a bit and it felt like a waste. Sometimes I think I wanna talk to people but then when they ask I get all defensive and throw my guard up. Honestly, this is where I'd talk to Skylar but I just don't know anymore.
I'm going back to the place I shouldn't have even bothered leaving... my bed.
Skylar's POV:
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I cut Kiara off as I place the phone to my ear.
"Yes?"
"People watching. I'll pick you up in an hour."
"An hour?!"
"An hour?!" He mocks back and I roll my eyes.
"Yes, petal an hour, be ready."
"You're planning something and I'm nervous." I shake off Kiara as she shakes my leg mouthing to put my phone on speaker.
"Now." Kiara says staring me down.
"No." I slap her hand as she reaches for my phone.
"What?"
"Nothing I'll be ready. I better not regret this Horan."
I can hear him chuckle and my chest gets tight. It's become my new favorite sound and I could listen to it all day.
"New beginnings petal, I hope you're ready." And with that he ends the call.
Kiara moves from where she had her face smashed up against mine to hear Niall.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
All I do is smile and hope it means what I think it means.
Here's to new beginnings Horan.
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A/N: it's short i know and this could change considering I'm still reading through the story. I had most of this already written and I gotta get back into the mindset of these characters. I've missed them so much. Writing that last line had me kicking my feet up in the air.Here's to new beginnings lovers <3
-Kait
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