Niall's Princesses

Chapter 15 - Mess Everything Up

AN - First of all... sorrrrrrrrrrrry! I know I said I'd update a few times and I haven't and the only excuse I have is that I have been procrastinating writing this chapter just because I didn't really have a plan for it. It's really short because of that but I don't think there's going to be that many more chapters! Please listen to the song on the side for this chapter (These Times - SafetySuit). I will try my hardest to write quicker this time!

The drive back home was pretty much silent. I could tell the girls were still scared by what happened and I was still furious with both Harry and Niall.  I can’t believe they did that. My jaw was still clenched shut in anger and my knuckles had turned white from how tightly I was gripping onto the steering wheel to let my anger out. As soon as I parked the car I helped the girls out and walked through the door. They instantly ran off to their room and I walked to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water in the hope of it calming me slightly.

After the girls had gone to bed, I sat there just thinking about everything; yeah he had a reason to be mad but did he really have to take it that far, after all, he had ended things between us, how was I meant to know that he cared even the slightest bit about ever even talking to me again.

I could hear my phone continuously ringing from my bag where I had left it when we got home but I didn’t even bother going over to look at it. I knew it would be Niall, Harry or both of them calling. I couldn’t deal with talking to them right now. I didn’t want to talk to either of them right now. I ended up walking to my room and falling onto my back on my bed.

I laid there, staring up at the ceiling. As soon as everything seemed to be working out, everything came crashing back down. The perfect family I had always dreamed of was starting to work out. Niall had been incredible with the girls and the amount of times I had dreamed of things turning out like that was uncountable. Until the incident, today had been perfect. I wanted everything to stay perfect, my perfect dream life. Why did the two people I had always trusted the most have to go and ruin that? Harry knew how much I had always planned things out to be perfect so why did he go and spoil it all when things had just gotten back on track.

I don’t know how long I stayed lying there in silence and just thinking but it must’ve been a while because the next thing I knew Annabelle was walking in and climbing onto my bed.

“Mummy I had a bad dream” She mumbled and I opened my arms for her and she cuddled into me.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked her, speaking softly. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and filled with tears.

“Daddy was yelling like earlier and then he left us again,” She said, he voice trembling with the fear that it might happen and I wrapped my arms tighter around her.

“Daddy isn’t going to leave, okay? Me and him just need to sort a few things out before he sees you again,” I told her, making it sound the best I could. She nodded slightly and cuddled closer to me and I stroked her hair while she fell asleep again. Was this really what this had caused? Annabelle waking up in the middle of the night scared that he was going to leave. I didn’t want them having to live in constant fear that he could walk out again at any minute and unlike them, I knew he would have to go off on tours and it would be hard on them to accept that fact. Maybe none of this should’ve happened. I should’ve never met up with Harry after me and Niall broke up. I should’ve left it all behind me. Why didn’t I plan ahead at the time? I was selfish, that’s why. I wanted someone to care and I turned to one of Niall’s best friends. I should’ve known this would never turn out well but there was little selfish me thinking I deserved the best. Everything still could’ve turned out fine but I decided to mess everything up.

About an hour later after I let my thoughts spin round my head for long enough I carried Annabelle back to her room and tucked her into bed. When I walked back to my room I contemplated going and getting my phone but I knew I wasn’t in the right state of mind to talk to anyone that knew about what happened today. The whole night I spent lying there on top of the covers thinking things through. I honestly had no idea what was going to happen with our lives now. I couldn’t snatch them away from Niall as if they never existed to him but I wasn’t sure if I trusted him anymore. He was meant to look after them and put how they’re feeling first and then this happened. How was I meant to make this better?