Chance.

Chapter 3: Another chapter of life.

Quote of the chapter^, happy reading. Btw when this finishes I'll do a Liam Payne fanfic, will update about that later.💕

I don't even know what am I supposed to do. Am I allowed to leave? I look at Niall still staring at the floor. I look at my mother and Maura, they both are talking happily. Well at least they are happy. I look at Niall again, he looks at me and gets up and leaves. Maura looks at the door after he left, my mom looks at me and points at the door. What? Now she wants me to go and ask him what's wrong. I give her a questioning look on why do I have to. But she just points at the door again.
Maura looks at me and says."Talk to him." To which my mom smiles.
Fine, I'll do it. Talk to him. But if they expect me to be like oh Niall sweetheart what's wrong? How was I living without you? Then they are mistaken.
I don't blame him on being upset, he is being thrown into my life like I am being thrown in his. I actually admire the fact that he married me... knowing nothing about me...just because his mother wanted that.
I go stand up and leave to look for him. I go to the room given for him to stay but he's not there. I go in the kitchen there I see him eating a left over cake.
He notices that I entered. "I just got hungry." He tells me looking up at me and then back to his plate.
"Ok." I say and I am about to leave but he calls my name."Emma."
Emma again?
"Emmy." I tell him."It's Emmy."
"Ok Emmy." He says."Sit down." He points at the chair next to him.
He's a nice guy, I know but I don't want to. Then again I have to give him a chance so I can make this work.
I go and sit down where asks me to. "Tell me something about yourself." He says taking another bite of the cake.
"Like what?" I ask him.
"Like anything." He says."For instance a fact about me is that I really like eating."
He takes another bite of the cake."I can see that." I tell him.
He gives a small laugh. I could tell him I like writing. But I think he's looking for facts like yeah I like eating pasta or something.
He looks at me then asks."You cook?"
Actually I do. And quite well. My mom taught me how to and she makes the best food.
"Yeah." I tell him.
"Good." He says."Because I eat a lot."
"Like you just told me." I say. Do I have to cook for him? Well that's fine actually. I love cooking.
"I like cooking." I tell him. I don't know why I said that, it just came out.
"Even better." He says. I like that he's trying to have a conversation with me.
"Emma?" He says. Again? I don't want anyone but my mother to call me Emma. Can't he get that?
"Emmy." I repeat."It's Emmy."
He's about to say something but Maura comes and says."Emmy, your mother wants to see you."
"Okay." I tell her as I smile, she smiles back at me and goes to talk with Niall.
I walk down the corridor hopping that the only reason Niall is talking to me isn't because Maura asked him to be. But then again I am trying to do this because mom asked me to. I just hope that he talks to me because he wants to not just because he is asked to.
I go in my mother's room and sit next to her on her bed."You wanted to see me?" I ask her.
She nods with difficultly then says."Yes."
"Emmy." She says."I know it's hard, but I just want to thank you for listening to me."
"Mom you don't have to." I tell her. She is thanking me for listening to her. That's just silly.
"I know I already talked to you about this." She tells me."But I am just reminding that believe in him, and he'll believe you. Like Maura said give him a chance and he'll make you happy, because Emmy once again you don't find love, it finds you and you never know how."
"I know mom." I say holding her hand."Thank you."
"Promise me." She says."Promise me you'll do your best."
I look at my ring, my wedding ring. I still don't believe that I am married and with Niall.
"I promise." I tell her. And I mean it. I know that my mom wouldn't do a thing that might hurt me. I know what she is doing is for my best and I am going to make sure that my mother's decision is proven right. I'll make sure that I make Niall happy. No matter how many tries it takes.
"Good." She whispers breathing really hard."I am proud of you Emma."
She then stares at the roof. I wait for her to say something, but she doesn't. My heart starts racing really hard. "Mom." I say. She doesn't reply. "Mom."
No reply. No this isn't happening. I look at her eyes, staring at the roof.
"Mommy." I yell."No, talk to me."
"Mommy. Mom, listen to me, why aren't you replying." I shake her and move her as I keep on telling but she doesn't move a bit.