Moments (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 35

Ok guys, I know, I'm crying.

LAST CHAPTER D':

DON"T CRY I WILL TOO OMG NO STAHP

I BARELY EVERY UPDATE ANYMORE lol. So i'm gonna try to make this long.

But no promises bc idk wHat to put in here oh god.

I hope you like this bc idk if I even will l0l.

Omg I don't want it to end I might cry hasdfjkds.

Keep reading Survive on @Sam_Blumental and read my next fanfic sooooooon!

Bye omg (sorry for time gaps ugh)

I feel like this is the last time I'll ever write again I hate this omg bye

~Sam

________________________________________________________________________________

Niall P.O.V.

Today's the day.

The day we beat Max.

Once and for all, he'll stay away. I know he will.

Sammy P.O.V.

This is not going to be what I call an easy day.

We've been planning this for a few weeks, but today is the day. The deadline. This feud between Max and Niall will be gone. Deceased. Destroyed.

And so will my fears.

***

I wake up feeling nervous for today, for what might happen if it doesn't work.

I don't know why Max insists on getting revenge on Niall. He didn't do anything. I don't want today to happen. Just the fact that we may have to resort to violence scares me. I don't want anything to happen to Niall, or any of the boys. I just love them so much.

Just now I receive a text from Niall.

'No matter what happens today, I love you.'

Holy crap no I'mfreakingoutomgcoffeeisnotgoodformeondayslikethis.

'AH! I'm nervous ugh!' I send back.

I hear a knock on my door. "C-come in," I say, knowing it's Niall. I walk over and open the door to see a trembling Niall, sweat dripping across his forehead. "Niall, don't freak out so much!" I try to comfort him, while inside I'm freaking out as well.

"You're one to talk," he smirks, trying to cheer both me and himself up.

We stand there silent for a while, staring at each other and not saying a word, too afraid to speak. After a while I break the silence, not wanting to put this on hold any longer. "Niall," I start quietly. "I'm scared. What if something bad happens to you? What if something bad happens to one of the boys? What if Max wins? What if--"

"Enough with the 'what ifs'. Just worry about right now. You don't have to be afraid of one guy, when we've got nine."

"Four of which are lazy, weak, tired, hungry bloggers who sleep all day and eat all night," I cut him off. He bites his lip to hold back a giggle.

 "Yeeeaaaah." He laughs aloud this time. "True. But, the other five are handsome, strong, manly, muscular idiots of a boyband."

"Idiots, yes," I say, laughing nervously.