direct message ♡ njh

ch. 16

 palebluenjh: i can't promise you anything nick

choncefounder: why

palebluenjh: i'll end up breaking it

choncefounder: why

palebluenjh: i have already established that

choncefounder: please don't do anything you'll regret

palebluenjh: bye nick

choncefounder: dammit aurora , please don't fucking do this , don't leave me

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  i heard screams almost down the road. i didn't really think much of it, so i ignored it. when i was driving i ran out of gas, which caused me to walk two miles to the nearest gas station. i got some help for my car and now, i've been staying at a bed & breakfast for a week. i had eighty-six missed calls, sixty-two messages, and an omelet on my plate in front of me.

my phone has been turned off the whole week, and i hated being put back into reality. being awaken with so many missed calls. i turned my phone off and slipped it into my front pocket of my sweater. i finished up my omelet and exited the lobby and started across the street for an arizona tea. for some odd reason, the station was swarmed with teenaged girls.

my eyebrows furrowed as i got closer to the entrance. i can hear girls crying and screaming. "what the hell is going on?" i asked a girl next to me. she gasped louder looking through the doors. i gave her a confusing look and walked in.

and right in front of my eyes, niall and harry. i gasped loudly i started to cough. they were just standing, looking at bags of chips. they were also talking to girls, taking pictures. it was too big of a crowd, i couldn't get through. i was so close, yet so fucking far.

one of their body guards yelled at them to hurry, something about a tight schedule. harry and niall nodded, quickly choosing -in my opinion- the most disgusting flavor of lays. sour cream and onion. they were walking toward me, well toward the line. this was my chance. my fucking chance.

"that flavor is disgusting, " i blurted. my eyes went wide, and my hand covered my mouth in regret.

harry and niall stopped and looked at me. my breath hitched at the fact that, the love of my life was staring into my eyes, smiling.

"this?" harry asked, holding the lays bag up. i nodded, niall laughed along with harry.

niall quickly grabbed the original bag of lays and held it up to me, "this better, love?"

i felt like i was about to pass out. "well if you want to be fundamental, sure." i replied, it sounded so rude. and i swear to god, i was trying so hard not to sound like a sassy asshole but that's who i am, i couldn't stop. someone else was taking over my body, because clearly i wasn't capable of doing so at the moment.

"boys, get your shit together. c'mon!" the security guard yelled, clapping for some odd reason. like, no one put on a damn show, why do you have to clap?

harry grabbed the bag of chips and went to the cashier,  but niall lingered a little longer, with a smirk plasted on to his face. i raised my eyebrow, waiting for him to say something.

"so, sour cream and onion is disgusting?" he asked.

i nodded. "i have already established that," i replied in a tone which made me feel almighty.

and with that, the curve on his lips became flat. his ocean eyes, slightly wide. his eyebrows furrowed,  as he looked at me like he was trying to open me like a book.

but that didn't last so long, because harry pulled him back and they left the station quickly.

all i could remember was the look he gave me. it was like, he knew me. as he was leaving the building he kept taking glances at me. his ocean eyes looked scared,  which wasn't the look i dreamed of when niall first met me.