Loved You First

A Little Way Down The Road

   Helloo. Sorry I havent posted thats going to change. My life been pretty messed up. I swear it should be an oprah. Fortunatly it works as insperations and ideas for my stories. Sad, but true. This is kind of a fastforward chapter and I'll be keeping you on your toes so watch out

    Despite how late I went to sleep last night or how viciously my head had been pounding right now, a surge of energy burst through me spreading like wild-fire. My eyes struck open as I bolted into an upright position, immediately standing up. As soon as my feet held me up it was like my brain had shrunk and my head had empty spaces filled up with air. I became numb with pain springing and up piquing the nerves in all my body. The first thing I feel is the rigid tiles under my feet. Chills escalate down my spine as my eyes adjust to the bright rays of the sun gradually coming out of my window frame. 

      I heard shuffling and sputtering coming from the kitchen and without thinking twice my feet guide me through my room. Niall was fidgeting with a mug of coffee sitting on the bare wooden table in the kitchen.

     He hadn't seen me coming down. I make sure to make some exaggerated noise and make myself  heard. I know he noticed but paid no attention to the effort I was making. 

     My mind runs through to all the possibilities of why he was indicating his bitter mood towards me. None of which made sense. 

" Niall?" I croak out. 

    He is obligated to look at me. His blue eyes have bags under them. His hair is unintentionally messed up. " Good morning," He replies politely his attention again turning to the cup of coffee. 

"Shouln’t you be at the bachlor’s party right now?" I ask curiously.

" I should but I couldn't," He tries to explain. His eyes not leaving the cup.

I look at him, trying to analyze his expression. His fingers couldn't seem to leave the cup alone. By the time me being here he hadn't taken a sip of his coffee. There was no sign of it being to hot to drink though. One of his fists curled up into fists and his head snaps at me.

" Do you love him?" He asks. 

    I know who 'him' is. Ever since I the proposal, he has been paranoid. Especially since 5 minutes before I did, he had confessed how he felt about me. I had been so blinded by the years of friendship we had together. Our relationship was so filled with affection that it made it almost impossible to distinguish what had been real and what was friendly affection.

" I do," I admit. Saying the exact words I would say in three days to his best friend. 

     His head bobs down, sadly. There was the occasional though whispering to go over to him and kiss him in the back of my head had been tempting but not enough to loose my free will. I ignore the urge. I shouldn’t even be thinking about him but that seems nearly impossible because he was the one that kept me up at night. He stands up the plastic chair screeching against the floor as he hauls away from the table. I'm frozen in place, my feet glued to the ground. He walks to me and stands in front of me. For a few seconds he just stands there looking straight at me, he was so close that I could feel his hot breath hitting my face. He smelt of alcohol. 

" We'll, then. I should get going," He says sadly and stumbles out of my house.

“ Wait!” The word is out of my mouth before I realize what I’ve said. 

“ Yes?” He looks back at me hopeful. 

“ I- um- I-” 

...to be continued.