Mood Swing (a Niall Horan fan fiction)

Ch.23

I know I said I'd update Wednesday, but I was busy- and then I got a fever. Wattpad is being stupid again and won't let me save my chapters so if I start it I have to finish it right away D: it might be short but I have a fever so bare with me.

Love you! (: Xx.

~Niall's Secret Wife

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Paige's P.O.V.

I'm laying on my back against my bed with my feet in the air slightly. My fingers are fiddling with each other while I just stare at the wall, thinking. It's only been one day since Niall left and I already miss him. I miss someone loving me. Since he's gone, I have a lot of time to think.

Does Niall miss me?

-probably

Will he find someone else?

-no

Will he take me back?

-of course

I'm asking questions to myself that I already know the answers to. Do I really love him? Why am I even thinking of these theories? Why am I asking so many questions? I have no idea.

This is so frustrating. Why couldn't Niall just listen to me in the first place. He's knows I didn't want him ruining his skin, but he did it anyways! His tattoos covering his arms hide his soft skin. For all I know, he could smoke. No- his teeth are too white for that.

You may probably still think I'm an idiot for breaking up with him for something so stupid. Well, it's just the idea of how he told me he wouldn't and then he hides it from me. Now, when you look at him, you don't see an innocent boy anymore. Now, you see a punk.

My vision starts to blur from not focusing my eyes on anything, so I blink them and put my focus on the fan on the top of the ceiling. I sit up instantly when I hear the door click and walks in Sophia.

"Hey. What's up?"

"Confused!" I whine covering my face with my hands.

"Why?"

"Niall..."

"Ugh. Boy drama is the worst," she says sitting down next to me on my bed. I scoot over and give her room to sit. I turn around and put my head into my pillow.

"What exactly is making you confused?"

"I don't know exactly. A bunch of stuff I guess. Mostly that I don't know if I still love Niall or if I just feel forced to."

"Of course you love him," Sophia says laughing.

Sophia's P.O.V.

"In fact, I'll text him right now and see if he still loves you!" I say pulling out my phone. I quickly let my fingers do that little dance over the keyboard when they type. I press send and wait for a reply.

He doesn't reply, and it's been five minutes. That's normal for a guy. Most guys don't respond to text. The only guy I know that text back is Harry. I don't want to call him because he's with family, so we'll just have to wait for when he comes back.

"What about Brandon?" I ask. She gasps and looks at me.

"I totally forgot about him!"

"Because you love Niall?"

"Probably..."

"What are you going to do?"

"I guess break up with him..." She says sighing.

"Over the phone?" I asked surprised.

"Of course not. I'll invite him over and do it."

"Are you sure about this?" I was the one who was trying to get her with Niall, and now I'm asking her if she's doing the right thing.

"I think. I just feel happier around Niall. I feel like I can be myself around him."

"Yeah, I understand. That's how Harry makes me feel."

Paige's P.O.V.

I pick up my phone from the side table and I quickly text Brandon to meet me here tomorrow. My thumb hovers over the send button for a few seconds before I press down and it sends. I feel terrible, but not as bad as I thought I would. He agrees and I put my phone down.

***

I'm waiting for Brandon to come and he's ten minutes late. I'm sitting on the doorstep in my skinny jeans and a sweater with my fuzzy socks. I have my knitted hat on and my knitted gloves. My hands are keeping my nose warm as I wait and my scarf helps keep my neck warm. I guess I should think this over while I have the time. How will I break the news?

'Brandon, it's not you, it's me.'

No. That's too original.

'It's not working out.'

No. Everything is perfectly fine.

'I can't do this...'

No. Just no.

There's no easy way to say this. I don't want him to cry. My subconscious is telling me to think the whole thing over. To maybe not break up with him. But this is it. I see car lights and soon enough his car pulls up. I stand up and speed walk over to him.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes. I mean... No. I mean... Sort of," he laughs at my confusion. I don't laugh because he doesn't know what's coming.

"I think we need to break up-" he stops laughing instantly wants I let the words escape my mouth.

"You're joking," he says chuckling. I look at him blankly and then he copies my expression. "You're serious," he says not in a question. He huffs and I see his breath in dog due to the cold.

"I'm sorry-"

"Save it. Why?"

"I might have met somebody else..." I say quietly. That's a very dumb excuse. It makes me sound like a player.

"Huh..." He says sarcastically, if that's even possible.

"This guy doesn't happen to be NIALL, does it?"

"How do you know?" I say squinting my eyes a little and stepping back. Since I was already on the sidewalk, I step into the snow and I feel my socks become wet when they touch the snow. I also hear my feet crush it.

"I beat him up? Remember?"

"But why did you beat him up? That still doesn't explain why you know it's him."

"He's was fighting me for you! Why do you choose him over me? You met him when? Three weeks ago?"

"No! I've known him since high school! We dated for two years and then I broke up with him! You act like you know everything! I tried making this easy but you just had to make things difficult!"

"He's no good for you! He's covered in tattoos, he parties all the time, he gets ridiculously drunk-"

"Not around me! He acts different around me! He actually makes me feel better about myself than you! He makes me happy!"

"I could make you happier!"

"Just go!"

"Excuse me?" He says. "You can't tell me what to do."

"Yes, I can. You're on my property. Now take your stupid truck off of my driveway and go."

"Fine. Now I'll leave your property," he gets into his truck and drives to the side of the road and gets out and stands on the road. Wow, he's sick. Mentally sick.

I go inside and I see him go back into his car and finally leave. I walk into the living room and fall onto the couch.

"How'd it go?" Sophia asks.

"Wonderful," I say sarcastically and roll my eyes.

"Well, it will all be worth it in the end." Sophia says reassuringly.

"I sure hope so."

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It may seem like my fanfic is coming to an end, but it's NOT. I have a lot planned... and I mean A LOT. So don't worry :)

Love you! (: Xx.

~Niall's Secret Wife