Forgotten || n.h

Chapter Fourteen

I know its been 2 years since I left, so I had to apparently force my mom to have a mother daughter quality time which took time before she agreed.

Our feet numb from walking circles around this mall, so we decide to stop at Starbucks, my treat. I asked her how little AJ was doing, as she shows me a picture of the little guy, I missed him honestly, cradled in my arms as he fell asleep.

"So enough about me, how have you been? Since you know..." She trails off, I shift in my seat uncomfortably as bit my lip.

"I'm scared mom. To lose him. Again." I tell her, she hold my hand and stares at me.

"Sweety, you won't. I know that look in his eyes it's like..." She stops mid sentence and I sigh.

"It's like how dad looked at you before, isn't it?" I tell her and she nods.

And hope was there but was soon washed away by doubt and I hated the thought that someday we might end up like my parents. The thought of losing him was terrifying

Who would've known that my first love would be the only person I would want to love for the rest of my life?

It was as if he was my oxygen and I was his.

My mind wanders to memories as Beautiful Goodbye played quietly through the radio, the sky was dim as rain drops hit my window. I tapped impatiently on the steering wheel, watching the stop light turn green.

"You know it's funny, that it used to be me driving you to places and now I'm the person here on the passenger seat." She smiles lightly and I do too.

I hate flashbacks, but it depends wether it's a good one or a bad one. Mostly I get bad ones so that's why I hate it. I hate remembering. I hate it so much that sometimes I regret to say that I craved it. I craved the bad memories, I craved the dark presence of it through my mind as it swoops me into endless thoughts of fear, regret and anger.

Finally we reached home, gathering the shopping bags in my arms as we entered the house. I could hear thumping from the other room, then another that sounded like a mug hitting a carpet floor as it shattered.

"Shit." I hear him mutter. Niall.

I curiously walked over the guest room, after placing the shopping bags on the counter. I push the door open to find Niall on his knees picking up the shattered pieces of the mug from the ground.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." He mutters.

He picks every piece, placing it in his palms, when he accidentally drops all of them, he groans as he wraps his hand around a pricked finger.

Worried, I walk towards him, taking his hand, he stares at me surprised. I dig through my bag looking for my pack of band aid, finally I did. Peeling it open, I wrapped it around his finger as he just stares at me. I kissed it and smile.

"Are you okay?" I ask him.

"Uh. Yeah. Yeah." He says, somehow stiff, he stands up, his figure shadowing over me.

He walks away, coldly. My eyes follow his actions as he walks towards the mess and picks it up.

"You sure?" I repeat.

"Yeah." He says coldly.

Something is bothering him and I have to know what. I walk towards him, his back turned to me.

"I brought you coffee." I inform him, he doesn't respond. And it took a while befor he did.

"Take it." He says coldly. His voice straight, no emotion.

"Niall..-" i start but he stops me.

"I'm okay." He snaps, I take a step back, surprised.

And for a moment his eyes was filled with worry and then it vanished again. I bit my lip trying to contain my emotions, he doesn't look at me instead he leaves me in the room. I rub my shoulder, staring at the ground at the broken mug. I kneel down to pick it up, the memory of me picking up  broken glass before as Niall kissed me washes through me and i smile at the distant memory. After picking up the pieces of the mug, i search the house for Niall but he wasn't there. I sigh, Mom went out to the market so i was left alone in the house stuck wondering what's goin on with Niall and like a nosy little bitch I am, I go through his things, i don't even know what i'm looking for to be honest. To my luck after searching his jeans pockets, a crumpled paper falls out, i opened it and fear washes through me. No please. Not again.