Shattered [Niall Horan]

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

// Niall

Eyebrows curled into a frown, as I rolled in my lower lip, eyes watching the back of Cath’s tiny frame, as she walked away from my sight and into our bedroom. The door behind her was made sure to be slammed shut as loud and as dramatic as possible -- the noise being sure to make a note of her exasperation.

A hand was placed on my shoulder, but I remained unmoved.

“Did you forget what the doctor said?” Brynn quietly asked.

“It’s not her, it’s the post-effects,” I nodded, gaze locked onto the carpeted floor beneath.

“Exactly.” She agreed. “Go talk to her; she needs you,”

“Someone else needs me too,” I added after a pause, looking up to find her shifting on her feet.

“I’m going home, I’ll be back in the evening.” She disregarded me, before walking past in a swift motion.

Running my hands through my hair, I breathed out chunks of air in an attempt to calm my growing tension.

I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to cope with this; survive this way and pretend nothing was wrong. Today’s incident just made everything ahead of me seem even more impossible to deal with. I wasn’t going to take sides, never. But I didn’t know what I was supposed to do either. Every time I contemplated, in would crawl in those flashbacks of when I told Cath how much I loved her, I promised to never give up and be there no matter what. And then? Then I went in and showed Brynn how much I loved her, promised I’d never leave, made her feel loved one day and forgotten the very next.

A liar – that’s what I had turned out to be.

You know those moments when you just want to press your palms against your ears and scream so loud that you end up infecting your larynx, but you don’t care because it feels as though the scream has carried the pain away – That’s what I felt like doing every day. I just wanted to stop thinking, run away and never look back. I felt crazy.

Performing the now regular act of recomposing myself even when I didn’t have the slightest want to, I made my way towards my room, having shrugged off the agony and the misery like they were nothing to be paid any significance to.

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“I saw you,” Were the only words to leave Cath’s mouth as I placed myself opposite to her on the bed.

“In the kitchen.” She added, swatting off a tear drop vigorously off her cheek, as I realised the reason behind her overreaction a while ago.