The Unlucky Pick // Sequel to TLP

Chapter 4

Niall Horan's POV

I glanced at the clock, to see it was just after noon. I let out a soft yawn and then started strumming my guitar a bit again, in the middle of writing a song.

I started humming as I tried to find the right note and then scratched my forehead, but then I heard the door creak and I looked up, to see that Meg had just entered the room.

"You're awake," I said, smiling at her widely. Even after she just woke up, she was beautiful. As she walked towards me, her small steps were so graceful, she didn't even mean them to be, I could tell. She sent me a weak, tired smile, her perfect, soft pink lips turning the smallest bit upwards at me, and I couldn't help but smile even wider than I was before. I was in love with her, and as weird and cheesy as it sounds, she made me feel complete. Everything she did, to me, was amazing - even when we'd fight, I'd find myself secretly admiring her beauty. I knew it was really pathetic, but I felt strongly that she was the love of my life. But something that scared me at times, was that she might not feel the same way about me.

"Mhm. What ya singing?" She asked me with a small smile, sitting beside me on the couch.

"Nothing." I sent her a small smile and set my guitar down against the wall beside the couch, afterwards turning to her. "How ya feeling, sweetheart?"

She shrugged. "Don't ask me why, but the nickname sweetheart, to me, is for married couples. I dunno."

I felt myself tense slightly at her words. "Oh? Okay," I mumbled, relaxing my muscles.

She looked at me confusedly for a second, having clearly notice me tense up, but before she could say anything, I said whatever came to my mind.

"So, right, what do you, erm, wanna do today?" I asked her.

She paused for a moment. "Go out somewhere? But not now, please? I'm tired," she told me, yawning at the end.

"Course, Meg. We can stay here for a while first." I smiled at her, and she blinked back at me, an unreadable expression on her face. She wasn't smiling, but she wasn't frowning either - I couldn't put my finger on the emotion.

"Thanks, Niall," she said after a moment of hesitation, looking away and just staring ahead of her.

I hadn't a clue in the world what was wrong with her, if there was even anything wrong with her at all.

After a few moments, she asked if we could just watch tele and I complied. After a full hour of watching TV, though, Megan was still acting distant, and I was about to crack and ask her what was wrong when suddenly she burst into tears.

At this point, I was lost. I had no clue what was going on with Megan, so all I could do was look at her confusedly for half a second before I snapped back to reality.

"Meg? What's wrong?! Are you okay?" I asked her, urgency and confusion clear in my voice. Seeing as we had been together for two years, I knew that Meg usually liked a shoulder to cry on, so I wrapped my arms around her.

"Meg, shh," I tried to soothe her, even though I had no clue why she was crying, "Shh, princess, it's okay."

My words didn't help at all - they only made her cry harder.

"Calm down, Meg, tell me what's wrong," I murmured to her, keeping her in my arms as she sobbed her heart out.

She sobbed something, but I didn't understand a word she said.

"Meg, Meg." I tried getting her to look me in the eye, pulling away a small bit. She quietened a bit for a second, but when she looked into my eyes she started crying again, even harder than before.