If I Break (A Niall Horan FanFiction)

Chapter 21-Not Broken Yet, Just Scream

Chapter 21

Not Broken Yet, Just Scream

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~*Niall's P.O.V.*~

"Come on, baby. Let me in." I whisper, my fist knocking on the door. Standing outside of her bedroom for an hour and half has really taken a tole on me. She snapped again. This is the third time she just got mad at me for the smallest thing and locked herself in her bedroom after screaming for an hour. "Eva."I whisper.

I hear some shuffling flowed by some sniffles. The door opens and a red eyed Eva steps out. "What do you want!" She yells.

I sigh. Reaching up from crouching position I grab her wrist to help pull me up. I stand close to her so our toes are touching and whisper, "I don't know what to do, Eve. You snap at me for the smallest reasons and you are always so mad, what did I do this time to make you so mad?"

She scoffs, her face breaking into a hateful glare, "what did you do?!" She yells, getting in my face. "You don't understand! You just went out and left me here! You didn't tell me where you were going!" Eva balls her hands into fists so tightly her knuckles turn white, "I just-"

"Eva!" I yell, my patients growing thin as this girl stands in front of me and continues to yell at me. "Stop yelling at me!" I turn around and walk down the hall way, but before I can I feel her hand tightly wrap around my wrist. I spin around so we are face to face, both of us just fuming from the fight, "let. Go. Of. My. Hand." I demand. I rip my hand from her grasp and turn back around. I stomp down the stairs and through the kitchen, once again stopping at the grasp around my wrist. I stop in my tracks as I slowly turn around so I'm facing her again, "Eva, let go of my hand or so help-"

"What! Are you going to hit me!? You wouldn't." Eva gets in my face, "do it." She whispers, sneering at me. Her eyes full of fire and hatred, "do it!"

In one swift movement, my hand rises to her cheek, slapping her. We both gasp at my actions. Her hand slowly moving from my wrist and up to her cheek. Tears well in her eyes and flow out quickly, my heart snapping into pieces. "Eva-"

"Stop." She whispers, closing her eyes and holding her hand up to my lips. Her cheeks are stained with tear streaks and her face and redder then ever. Eva's brown eyes open slowly, her face turning hard. "Do it again." She whispers.

My mouth gapes open at her words, "what, no. I will not hit you again. Eva, I'm so-"

"Don't say sorry. I'm being awful. Just, just do it again." She whispers as her face pleads, "please." She closes her eyes, more tears falling out.

I slowly raise my hand to her pink cheek, caressing is slowly with my thumb, "I am never hitting you ever again." I whisper, I engulf her in a hug as she sobs in my chest, her body shaking violently as she just shakes her head.

"It-t h-hur-ts s-so badly-y." She stutters out. "I-I just wa-ant it t-to stop-p." she sobs loudly, slowly her body crumbling to the floor. We lay in a heap on the floor as she cries harder. "M-make I-it s-s-stop-p."

I shush her, running my fingers down her hair, untangling the knots that have slowly formed.

Ever sense her mum died, Eva has been a little off. Not just a little. She had awful mood swings and no patients. She gets mad over everything and doesn't even want to touch me anymore, sleeping in her bed while she forces me to sleep on the couch. It kills me knowing she is alone in her bed up stairs cold. I love her so much and I know that this, this isn't good at all. She is so cold and everything she says comes out as a snarl and its so mean. She is just mean now a days.