The chosen [Niall Horan]

Chapter 24 (Niall)

We settle into a routine within the next week, Sybil wakes up, eats breakfast and goes to train all before I wake up. Then I get up and do whatever it is that has to be done around the house, occasionally going into the village to pass the time. By the time she gets home I'm usually off to train. We join back up for dinner, we don't really have a schedule for cooking, it's really just whoever feels like it that night.

It's hard, being around her everyday, watching her brows furrow as she reads the recipes from the books while cooking. Coming home to her cleaning the house and rearranging objects, just for the hell of it. It's in these moments that I quite literally can't help myself from watching her. She gets completely lost in what she's doing, most of the time not even noticing I'm there until a few moments later

I'm not too sure what I thought would happen, I guess I assumed that she would be distant, but I had hoped that she would open up more then she has, thought that I'd get to see her smile. It had seemed to be going so well that second day, she freaked out in the cart, but even after that things were strange. She looked at me less then usual, and even in my begging state, she remained distant.

I begged, I begged for her to speak. Not a word, however I was surprised when she wrapped her arm around me, but too quickly she let go and went back up to her room. I should've stopped her, made her listen to what I have to say. Convince her that I'm not using her or just trying to get under her skin.

I don't know why she constantly thinks this, but il show her. I'm not sure how...but I will.

All of a sudden I feel something come in contact with my face, sending me stumbling back a few steps. "Pay attention Niall, you can't afford to be distracted. Whatever it is can wait until after." My trainer Mark says. I let out a soft grunt and shake my head to clear my thoughts.

I jump lightly and start punching the pads on his hands, ducking every time he goes to strike me and blocking his attempted punches. Boxing is probably my favourite form of training, and it's one that I seem rather good at.

We box for another 20 minutes, working on different combos and punches. "GOOD JOB!!" Mark yells as we finish. I don't have the energy to say anything back. Instead I go onto my hands and knees and lay in the floor, completely exhausted. I lay there for a few minutes, heavy breathing with eyes closed.

I peel myself off the floor and and wipe the sweat off of my face. "Hey, that's by far the best you've done yet. Other then that few seconds that you lost focus. What was that about anyway?" He asks.

Should I tell him? I mean... It's not exactly like its a secret. I haven't been very conspicuous about my feelings for her, but I don't think I want mark to know, at least not yet.

"Nothing, I just zoned out I guess" I respond calmly, brushing the question off.

"Alright, same time tomorrow" he says as I walks out of the room. It's already 1pm, I'm meeting with Jacob in a half hour at his place since we haven't hung out in over a week, and quite frankly I need to hang out with another guy before I lose it. I need to think of a way to win her over.

His house is a bit of a ways away, from how he told me to get there it'll take about 20 minutes to get there. I guess I'm going like this since I don't have time to change into my normal clothes.

I grab my black backpack and sling it over my shoulder as I run out the door. The chilly November air stings my skin as I run along the small street. I turn left when I come to the first intersection, the opposite way then if I were to go to town or to our house. It still seems so strange, to have my own house, not having my parents constantly checking in or calling, but surprisingly I don't miss them very much, not yet anyways.