Live Love and Niall Horan

Chapter Fifty

This is really more of a closure chapter and it is the last one! Sequel is up! Titled City, Stars and Niall Horan.

LIVE LOVE AND NIALL HORAN

Chapter Fifty

The next few hours after that were a big blur. Ben explained everything, like how they found out where I was. The police and Avery arrived and took Darren away in handcuffs. I looked forward to never seeing him again. Ben called my father to tell him everything (and talk to him about NYU) and apparently he went to the police station to 'deal with Darren.' 

Everybody was calling and voicing concern for me but mostly... I just felt numb. Like it happened, but I wasn't there. I was just watching. Like somebody else fought Darren. It didn't feel like me.

Of course, there was the fact Niall was here. I hadn't spoken to him yet because frankly, I didn't know what to say. We were all crowded in Ben's (and now also mine) apartment. The police, Colton, Avery, Ben, Niall and even my dad showed up, although he didn't say a word to me. Figures. 

The phone was nonstop ringing. Sandra, Chanel, Raine, Harry and the rest of the boys, other people from high school, Oliver... it was endless. I didn't really feel like talking to anybody. I was fine. Hiding in the bathroom, but fine.

There was a knock on the door. 

"Teagan?"

Colton's voice rang out.

"I know you're in there. It's just me. Let me in." 

I opened the door. Colton entered and shut the door behind him, twisting the lock back. 

"You need to go talk to Niall," he said firmly, putting a hand on each oh my shoulders. 

I tried to think of an excuse, but nothing came out. 

"I don't know what to say," I admitted, embarrassed. "I don't even know what he's doing here."

Colton sighed.

"Sweetheart, that's why you have to go talk to him."

He dropped his hands back to his sides. 

"Look, I have to go now and catch my flight before I miss this one too. You and I, we'll meet again. I don't know when, but we will. Maybe in 10 years."

He broke off with a joking grin. The ring pop was on my dresser.

"But before I go, I need to tell you, from stranger to stranger, to go talk to him. For all you know, he could be the love of your life."

"I don't believe in soul mates," I responded, although his words left their mark in my head. "It's illogical and irrational that there's only one right person out there in the world. What if your one soul mate lives in Zimbabwe or Uzbekistan? What if they die young?"