deathwish • horan

awkward

Niall placed the last box in the room, stretching his back for a while for the several trips he had to make from the car to this new humble abode he had to get used to. Emily had been a great help too, but it was slightly awkward when no words were conversed between the two. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, not sure to feel frustrated or angry at the new situation he was in.

He sat on the bed, looking around the room and he spotted Emily's stuff was present, clean and tidy in the wardrobe and on the small table. She doesn't own much stuff, and that made Niall release a breath of relief. Emily was different from all the girls he used to be with. Definitely different.

Thinking about Emily, he remembered how she had been stating a quote to Maura regarding Diana. It made him feel so aggravated how easy she was handling it. Who is she to be telling everyone that this was a sacrifice for her mother's happiness? Hasn't she been selfish for once in her life? Good lord, now he just had to be dragged in this dumb situation. He hated it.

Getting out of the room, he noticed that Emily was talking to Maura at the door while her mother was most probably in the car. They had made a decision for Diana to move in with Maura so things would be easier. Maura would be taking care of her best friend, and that definitely lifted a burden from Emily's shoulders. The only thing that bothered Niall was the house that they got - the single storey that once belonged to Diana and Emily. Such stupid sacrifices.

He clenched his jaw at how bullshit everything was. He stood in the doorway, wanting to hear what Emily had to say for herself. What did this girl have that stole his mother's attention? Yes, she was beautiful and full of strength bullshit - but what triggered Maura?

"This means a lot Maura. I really appreciate it, but don't you think I should be there? I mean she is my mother." Niall listened as Emily's voice filled his eardrums, and he couldn't help but think that her gentle voice was so different. It wasn't raspy or sultry than the other girls he knew. Her voice was so pure, it made him feel warm inside.

"There's nothing to worry about honey, I'll be there to take care of her. You've got Niall now, don't want to forget about him, do you?" Maura winked, and Niall couldn't help but scoff. Seriously Ma?

He realized that Emily hadn't said anything to her, and he frowned -wanting to listen to her voice again. It wasn't childish like the days they used to know each other, but it definitely felt easy to his ears.

"You'll promise to update, right? Tell me any improvements or if it gets severe. Just tell me anything, okay?" Niall swore he heard her voice crack a bit, and he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. Was she going to be like this all the way? Well, this wasn't something he expected from the 'strong' girl that Maura had told him about.

"I promise Emily. Take good care of Niall for me, okay?" Niall scoffed and suddenly he gained their attention. He stuttered for a bit before walking over to Emily, who had now turned her attention back to Maura.

"Going already Ma?" Niall asked, trying to break the awkward silence that had struck. Maura nodded before pulling Emily in a brief hug, and Niall watched as Emily gripped his mother like she was her everything. Her hug seemed like a good one, it was those hugs when you felt like someone was gripping onto you, but it wasn't that painful. It looked like such a phenomenal hug.

Shut it Niall.

His eyes flickered over to her hands and the single band of a ring glimmered on her wedding finger. Her hands looked so soft and he wondered how real it was. The white dress still hugged her body, and it wasn't too tight - it fit her like a glove. Something Niall never had an admiration to drool over other people, but she made it look so beautiful. He liked it.

"Niall, I trust you to take care of her, yeah?" Maura caught his attention, and he hastily nodded before rolling his eyes at a smirking Maura.

"Yeah yeah Ma, we still have to unpack and my stuff ain't little." His accent dripping from his words as the both of them ushered Maura to the car, where Diana was already sleeping due to the tiring day they had gone through.

Niall watched as Emily ran over to the car, only to kiss her mother on the forehead and he couldn't help but think it was adorable. She was really an affectionate and caring person, and this was justified in the past 12 hours of seeing her. Niall knew he wasn't supposed to hate her, but he had to. She made him marry him, why would he like it? He hated how his feelings were interfering with each other. Fuck.

He went over to his dad, and earned a pat on the back. Emily smiled at his father, before being pulled in a hug. Ben wasn't a small guy, making Emily look so cute being engulfed in his arms. If only Niall could pull that off -yeah, in his dreams.

As they waved the car away, Emily realized Niall had his arm around her waist, and she couldn't help but feel the butterflies in her stomach. His touch made her goosebumps rise quickly, but she wished he thought it was because of the chilly evening. They hadn't muttered a word to each other, and Emily could feel some kind of attraction. She had to push it away, she knew she had to.

"Come on." Niall muttered to her, and he couldn't help but feel the need to take her in. It wasn't like he cared, just an act if there were any neighbours, maybe.

The rest of the night was awkward and silent. They unpacked their stuff, and neither of them mentioned a word. Niall wasn't a good unpacking person since he dumped all of his clothes on the bed, and some of them were slipping on the floor. Emily stifled a laugh before walking over to his clothes and folding them.

Niall stood there and watched as she did so. He wasn't able to muster any words, but he wasn't objecting the help he most probably needed from the clean freak he had married. So there they were, Niall watching Emily folding his clothes and he tried his best to mirror her actions. She carried them to their wardrobe, and Niall huffed. Why was she being so nice? His plan wasn't going well.

After clearing his stuff -which would've most probably be longer if it wasn't for Emily-, he decided to watch the television for any possible rugby matches that was ongoing. He realized she kept peeking at him from the corner of his eyes as she walked to the toilet, and her trips to the kitchen for several glasses of water. He wasn't sure if it was to gain his attention or maybe it was just a routine of hers.

He realized that there wasn't any movements and he guessed it was probably because she realized that there was no use for her to gain his attention. He shut the telly and walked into their room, silently as he didn't want her to know he was trying to creep up on her.

But as soon as he reached the room, he saw her cuddled up on the bed, with her pajamas on and her body was in a baby in the womb position. He couldn't help but let out a loud chuckle at how adorable she looked. What the hell?

She flinched slightly, and he quickly stopped his current actions. He walked over to his side of the bed which was quite spacey since she wasn't one to hog the bed. He thought and thought and maybe it wouldn't harm any of them to stay in the same bed, right? They were married, and he wouldn't try anything on her while she was asleep, duh. But who knew what she'd do?

Niall grimaced at the thought and grabbed a couple of pillows from the wardrobe and situated them in the middle of the king bed. It was some kind of barrier so she wouldn't try anything. Niall shrugged before tugging his shirt off and changing into a pair of boxers. It was kind of musty that night, sweats would kill him.

Taking a small glance at Emily for safety precautions, she was still in the same fetus situation and he plopped himself on the bed before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

How can it even possible to make this work?

so another update but have you guys listened to SOUNDS GOOD FEELS GOOD and maybe SORRY? i am so frustrated because they're all so goooooooood!!! anyways, thanks for reading.