The Vow [h.s.]

chapter twenty three

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6.27.16 | 5 Days.

Moments later we arrived at my house. I was too stunned to say or do anything, so I sat in the car for a second as I let everything sink in.

"Listen, Emily," Niall began as he looked over at me. I avoided eye contact, "We were just trying to help. We know how upset you've been lately and-"

I've heard enough. Something inside of me snapped.

"No one asked you to get involved, Niall." I stammered gathering my purse and unbuckling my seat belt, frantically trying to get out of the car.

"Really? Because you've invited me to your pity parties enough times!" Niall yelled back before I could even step out, clearly he had heard enough as well.

My jaw clenched so tightly I thought it was going to break as I narrowed my eyes at him. I was so mad I couldn't even find the words.

"You know what, at the end of the day you both deserve each other because neither of you will actually do something. And if you did, she will never let you have him." He said, his words like venom as they gritted through his teeth. They were so real, so honest. 

I felt a pain in my chest as my heart dropped. Niall has never been this brutally straightforward with me, and it hurt to hear to say the least.

I shuffled out of the car, "You're a shit head!" I shouted slamming the car door and walked around the front of the car.

I didn't care that it was almost one in the morning, I was beyond mad and it was too late to cool down at this point. My cheeks were burning with heat, and I felt as though I might burst out in tears or vomit.

"What the fuck is a shithead?" Niall yelled out the window and I turned back around.

"It's what you are!" I shouted back pointing coldly at his direction, not really knowing what to say.

"Maybe I am. But I'm the only shithead here who gives a shit about you!" He started the car and began reversing out of the driveway.

I exhaled quickly, feeling sick to my stomach. My vision was growing cloudy, yet I blinked the tears away walking into the quiet house.

I got home later than expected and everyone had gone to bed. I kick my shoes off and throw them to the side of the room, leaving a mess for the morning.

I then quickly turned the kettle on and then rest my elbows on the counter. I tap my fingers on my chin and bit my lip.

I've never seen Niall yell like that. We both were out of line, and I knew that I was the one who needed to be the bigger person, and tell him I was wrong. He cares about me, and I seem to always take that for granted.

I felt like calling him, to apologize but when I picked up my phone someone was already calling me.

"Hello Harry," I said flatly.

"Hey Emmie," his voice sounded shaky making me a little nervous.

"Is everything alright?" I asked standing up straighter and becoming more alert. My mind was going towards the worst possible assumptions.

He hesitated, "Yeah."

I furrowed my eyebrows together, letting out a soft chuckle, "Oh really? Then why are you calling me at one in the morning?" I asked glancing over at the clock.

"Um it's kind of embarrassing..." he began, "I had a nightmare."

A nightmare? He hasn't called me about one those in since the summer after school had ended.