The Truth or Dare (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Part 27

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Alex POV

There was silence.

I felt like puking right there, right then. It sickened me how Niall had to find out this way, but it sickened me even more that I was the one he had to find out from.

Harry and I locked stares and he gave me a sympathetic smile before excusing himself, “I’m going to go inside, I’m getting a bit cold.”

I nodded and he went back inside the building.

Now, it was just Niall and me.

I looked up at him. His watery, baby- blue eyes were piercing straight through me - and I swear I lost balance. I was the reason his eyes were watery and red.

It was too quiet and I didn’t know what was worst – my previous dream or reality hitting me hard like a thousand knifes being plunged to my chest.

There was too much suspense, and I swear I could see the pain and hatred in his eyes towards me.

“Niall, please say something.” I managed to breathe out – I couldn’t take this anymore. 

He just continued to stare at me – regret and discomfort clear on his features.

“Anything, please.” A tear fell from my eyes, “please Niall.”

This was worst then what I had dreamt.

I rather Niall shoot me now then give me the silent treatment.

He shook his head, “I trusted you.”

 “You have no idea how sorry I am.” I admitted.

I was speaking the truth, but Niall only shook his head – shooting down my statement.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” He looked at me with disgust.

No. To be honest, no.

“I tried… It just couldn’t come out.” I confessed.

I just couldn’t bear to lose Niall. He cared about me so much and if I’m not wrong – maybe even more then I cared about myself. He gave me some of the most, brightest memories of my life – and I had only known him for a month. He saved my life and if I lost him – I would feel as if I lose myself, all over again. It was just too risky.

He gulped – the truth was eating him up – I swear it was. “Why not?”

“I couldn’t lose you Niall, I care s-”

I was cut off by a raging Niall, “If you cared, you would’ve told me!”

“Niall you don’t get it,” I ran over to him - crying and grabbed a hold of his arm. “Put yourself in my position- ”

“What about me?” He yanked his arm out of my grip, “have you ever thought about me? Have you ever put yourself in my position? Have you ever at least tried to put yourself in my shoes? Have you ever considered how I would have felt?”

No. No – was the answer.

All this time – All this time I was too busy worrying about Ellie and I to actually put myself in Niall’s shoes. I was too busy worrying about myself. I am one, selfish, little bitch – but what could I do?

“Niall, I-”

He scoffed, “you don’t have to explain, just answer a question for me.”

It was the least I could do, right?