Left Alone To Cry.

Chapter 21: Look into my eyes

NIALL'S POV

Never in my life my mind has been so clear like this. Everything seems to connect, the puzzle is forming by the minute!

I'm running. I'm running back to my Mullingar house. I called Harry, the boys now have a signal that I'm coming back. Even though they probably don't want to see me again, they will. 

They'll know the truth. I'll tell them. I can't make them come to me, I have to bring myself to them.

So I'm running, my face freezing with the cold weather of tonight. There's only the light of the moon guiding me.

My feet are almost flying on the streets. I'm running as fast as I can, I'm so excited of what I discovered.

I finally turn into my house's zone and sprint up the stairs. I quickly open the front door and without even bothering taking off my coat, I run to the kitchen. 

Jumping over my broken and destroyed stuff, I finally get to my destination. 

I start to move my hands frantically on the surface of the counter, just beside the phone. It's also a mess, and I'm looking for one thing. A simple paper. 

I grab every little piece of paper I see, reading quickly the little scribbling on them, hopeful to find the one I need.

And suddenly, I have it. The paper my subconscious told me I had to find to keep going on.

The address of my Mullingar house. The taxi driver gave it to me. Yes!

I insanely lick my lips, excited of my discovery.

I close my eyes and dive into my subconscious once again. It's going to tell me what I have to do next. 

So I jump into the deepest back of my head. I completely avoid everything else around me and swim into that bath of knowledge my mind doesn't know about yet.

This time, it's not a voice filling me up. It's an image, a memory.

It's early in the morning, the sun is appearing and the sky is blue.

And I see myself, there, in the taxi. 

I still have my blond hair and my normal clothes. My guitar is also there, in a perfect state. My face is shining with tears and I'm listening to the driver. I'm there. 

I concentrate harder and I walk up to the taxi. I open the door and sit next to myself. It's so weird... I concentrate so hard that my head starts to pound. But it works the way I want it.

The old Niall's body and my own body collide. We're one, I can see through his eyes now. 

"Where am I supposed to go now?" 

My lips form the words by themselves. I can't control my moves, I'm just witnessing the scene for a second time. It's fascinating.