"Is this were it ends? Dreams severed in fake pretends? Or will I gain another chance after all the ones I've blown away?" –Danny
"Ready for the private discussion, Niall?" Lisa's voice instantly snares my attention away from the wall I had been gazing at during the group discussion.
"Yes," The answer was immediate and followed by my body standing up from the cushioned chair in room eleven.
Leisurely walking towards my counselor's office, I allow my unusually vacant mind to wander towards Paige-who has yet another date with Mary Lovegood, the receptionist at Hope and a good friend of mine-and the group discussion that had just taken place.
A discussion I took no part in, focusing instead on steeling my nerves for the private discussion to come.
Absentminded, I take a seat on the leather chair before my attention is yanked from my inner thoughts to Lisa Foster, who had just closed the office door and taken a seat in her chair.
"You were rather quiet in the group discussion, Niall," Lisa doesn't beat around the bush, quickly getting down to the main concern. "why was that?"
"I..." My throat temporarily closes up as a lump begins to form, but I quickly banish the anxiety away. "I wanted to save the best part for last."
Lisa tilts her head to the side-a habit, I have grown to recognize, that symbolizes her bewilderment-with confusion written all over her face.
"I wanted to talk about everything," I breathe out the last word, blue eyes closing momentarily as I attempt to steel my nerves for the words about to be spoken.
It took a few moments before my eyes re-opened but when they did an amusing sight greeted me: my counselor's facial expression flashing through different emotions before realization finally dawns on her.
"Oh!" Lisa gasps before vigorously nodding her head, clearly happy with this unexpected development. "Then the floor's your's, Niall."
"Okay," Nodding my head while inhaling a trembling gasp of air, my tan hands unconsciously curl into tight balls of fist-so tight, in fact, that my knuckles lose all their blood circulation and turn into a ghastly transparent color-before they relaxed upon me exhaling.
And so I begin to tell the story of my life, from birth to present.
"I've had a lot of bad things happen to me, but there were three incidents that had a major part in shaping me to be who I am today."
Lisa remains quiet, allowing me to speak at my own pace.
"The first incident was my parent's divorce, which was when I was ten. I went to live with my mum and only saw my dad upon the designated custody dates; I resented my mum for that-for keeping me away from my dad."
Pausing, sky colored eyes grow wet as guilt takes a bite out of my emotional state upon remembering all the times I had hurt my mum-verbally, and sometimes even physically-in my fits of resentment.
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Whatever It Takes
FanfictieI'll do whatever it takes to keep the one I love... Niall Horan wasn't a good man nor was he an individual that held a good soul. Yet when Harry Styles, the love of Niall's life, was by his side, Niall felt he could become a good person with a good...
