The Truth {N.S story}

Chapter 2

Chapter 2- Home.

*N POV*

Did you ever just stop for a minute and ask yourself,  what if?

Cause to me, it happened a lot lately.

I can't stop thinking of those two words. I mean-  What if I'd never find a job? What if I'd never find love and never have childern? What if I'd be too scared to help someone even though he needs my help- badly? What if I'll fall in two seconds on my face,  break my head, and die? Everything can happen. Anywhere, anytime any day. And I don't like surprises and the life, is one big surprise.

There are those people that will say to you:"everything is for the best, even if you don't see it now." and smile and gives you a cookie.

But I say to you that this is just bullshit. And creepy. Sure, sometimes, a lot of things happens for the best, but when something shitty happens, be sure it's not for the best. Because in life, you have ups and downs and without the downs things, you won't have to ups in life. So no, not everything for the best, calm your shit down creepy people.

And right now, something every shitty is about to happen.

So, yesterday we graduated. It was experience I'd never forget, really. My whole family came and than we went to eat something in a real  good restaurant with Louis and his family. Now they're in a hotel, not far from the collage. It was lots of fun and good laugh but now, nothing is going to be 'fun'.

Dear world, in a few minutes, I, Niall James Horan, will be dead. Remember me.

And how, you ask ? You'll see.

Walking up to the door- the door that will change my life- and just stand there. Stand in front of a stupid door, and stare at it. For a whole 5 minutes.

Finally, I knocked. Waiting and waiting. I started to think about giving up and go back to my dorm. After another 5 minutes of not doing anything and waiting for the same stupid door to open, I'm about to start walking down the hall, back to my good old dorm, the door opened. How much time does it take to answer the freaking door?

"Hi, you!" and holy shit.

Harry's voice was heard and I just frozed. Turning around slowly in the place, facing to Harry.  Shirtless Harry. A towel around the waist Harry. And again, holy shit. As you can see, I'm not in a good mental state right now.

"Hey".

I said hey. Hey. In those kind of moments, even a word like 'Hey' sounds stupid.

He chuckled a little before saying "Hey, I don't know you, do I?  I'm sorry, just, let me get change and we could talk, if you wanted to. Come in please." He kind of rambled. Why is a person as hot as him needs to ramble?

Maybe because of the fact that he doesn't know me, even though I was with him in the same school for the past 3 years.  Sigh.

Or maybe it's because he is basically naked. Oh well.

All I did was nod and blush. Let's call it bulshing and not turning into a tomato. But, can you balme me? Harry fucking Styles is standing in front of me. SHIRTLESS. NO PANTS, NO UNDERWEAR.

I walked in and Harry went to the other room, to get dressed.

I wanna watch.

No, that's not okay.

Before I could have some second thoughts, Harry came in to the room, dressed, and looked at me.

"Okay, this is awkward. I'm sorry but can you tell me your name?"