Chance.

Chapter 4: Eating, talking and walking.

Quote of the chapter^. Btw I won't write a lot from Niall's perspective but will do it sometimes...occasionally. Anyways enjoy the chapter.💕

I turn around and slowly open my eyes. I see an unfamiliar room. Out of shock I open my eyes wide and then I realize that I am Niall's house...I mean our house. In our room... I think. He's not on the bed, I mean if he was it would be awkward but I wouldn't have said anything, it's his own room. He must be doing the work he was talking about. I look at the digital clock on the wall it reads 4:30 PM. Right we reached here at about 10:30 and so I have been sleeping for 6 hours or so. I don't even know...I am the worst at maths.
I get up an get startled again when I see Niall sleeping on the couch. I wasn't expecting him there.
I shiver, it really is cold here. I see that he brought my bag upstairs. Nice of him. I look at the bag, I bought that with my mom. Tears fill my eyes. I have to be strong. My mother left me to smile not to cry.
I go and take out a sweater out of the bag and quickly wear it. I look at the sleeping Niall, I feel sorry for him. For what he is dragged into because of me. But for the same reason I admire him...well not admire like admire but well I like that fact about him. Marrying a girl he never met as a favor to his mother.
I go around the first floor, we are upstairs. I wish Niall gave me the tour he was talking about...it would be easier to find the kitchen. I mean it's not like a mansion but it's still big. I go downstairs and find the kitchen in front.
I am really hungry. Ok what should I cook? Should I cook? What if I make a huge mess or something? What if Niall wants to eat...of course he'd want to eat...he told me he likes food. What if he doesn't want to eat what I cook? What am I going to eat? I open the fridge hoping to find some kind of leftovers so I don't have to cook. I'd love to cook but not when I don't even know what I am cooking.
To my luck I see pizza's leftovers in the fridge. Wait what if it's all rotten? I mean Niall wasn't here for the past few days, who knows how long these few slices have been here. I don't want to get sick. Worse what if Niall gets mad that I ate the slices? Well he shouldn't I have every right to eat. Silly thought.
"What are you doing?" I hear his voice startling me again. I didn't realize he was there. I turn back to see him right behind me.
"I...I was just looking for something to eat." I tell him.
"Any luck?" He asks me."Because I don't think I left anything." He gives a small laugh. I like the way he is ignoring the fact that he was just forced to marry me.
"I found pizza." I say weakly.
"Really?" He asks surprised peaking in the fridge.
"Oh yeah." He says I ordered it the day before I came to your place."My place. Huh, well I don't live there anymore. Leaving my mom's house was the hardest thing to do. I could have moved out but I didn't wanted to leave my mom, I see she left me.
"Is is healthy to eat it?" I ask him still weakly.
"Umm...I don't know." He says."let's do it any way." He takes the plate with 4 slices in it.
"Don't think this will be enough." He says.
"It's okay." I tell him."I'll take one, you take the rest."
"Okay that's stupid, even my little nephew would eat more." He jokes around, while he puts the plate on the counter."I'll heat this up and we'll eat this and you know then I'll order some more."
"What if we get sick?" I ask with concern. He turns and looks in my eyes.
"Yeah you are right." He tells me."Let's just order some more, I mean we can cook, but I don't really feel like it."
"Ok." I say.
"You like chicken, beef what flavor do you want?" He asks me. Oh he is really serious about this food stuff.
"I like chicken." I tell him.
"Chicken it is." He says as he takes his mobile out to call and order us some pizza.
I wonder if I should throw away the rotten one, but I just leave it and go to the living room. I stand and admire at the guitar wall Niall has. I can play a guitar...well kind of. I used to when I was about 15, my dad taught me how to play it. After he died I kind of just stopped. I don't know if I can still do it.
"You play?" Niall asks me startling me again.
"I am not sure." I say."Can I try?"
He smiles at me then says."You can do whatever you want Emma."
Emma? Again. Though I like that he allows me to do whatever I want.
"Emmy." I repeat."It's Emmy."
"Ok Emmy." He says as he takes out a guitar and hands it to me."Try this one, it's my favorite."
I sit down on the couch and he sits next to me.
"Come on, give it shot." He tells me looking at the guitar.
I start it with an awful tune. I look at Niall who looks away, probably so he doesn't have to comment.
I retry this time it's better, then it keeps getting better.
"That was wonderful." He tells me with a smile, I give him a weak smile back.
I put the guitar aside and look at my ring. I look at Niall's hand, yes he is still wearing my father's...I mean his.
"Emma." He says.
Again?
"Emmy." I repeat."It's Emmy."
"Tell me something about your self."He orders me as he rests his head on the back of the couch.
"Like what?" I ask him.
"Like for instance a fact about me is." He says the familiar sentence again."That I love guitars like you can see, I like singing."
"I write songs." I tell him, I don't know why I just said that, but he likes it.
"You do?" He asks me happily crossing his legs on the couch.
"Yeah." I tell him."They help me with my emotions."
"Do you sing as well?" He asks me.
"No." I immediately reply."Ears would fall out if I do that."
He laughs, as I weakly smile."I am sure you aren't that bad." He says still laughing.
"Ok." I say."Maybe I exaggerated a bit, but I don't sing."
"Oh well." He says."At least you write songs, that's cool."
This actually makes me smile."My mom could sing." I tell him, a tear slips my eye.
"I am sorry." I say as I wipe off my tear.
"It's alright." He tells me."I understand."
I give him a weak smile. I don't know but I feel like opening up to him right now. Like how sad I am right now."Without her I feel like my heart has a hole in it, it's empty."
He stays silent for a while then says."Well Emmy if you let me try, I'll help you fix it."
I look at him right in his blue eyes."You will?" I ask him.
"Yes." He says."I know that this wasn't the way you wanted to get married I know it wasn't the way I wanted to...but now that it has happened let's try to actually make it work...Emmy if you give me a chance I promise I'll give you one back."
This is nice to hear from him. Did Maura ask him to say that stuff? Either way it feels good.
"Ok."I say with a weak smile that turns bright on the way.
He smiles back at me as the bell rings."That must be our fresh pizza." He says as he gets up to get the door.
We both eat our pizza slices. He is right he does like eating...a lot. I don't mind. He's a nice guy. I know it's just day one but I think this might actually work out.

Niall's point of view:
I mean each word I just told her. My mother did tell me to give her a chance, and I will. I will give her one not just because mum asked me to, because Emma...I mean Emmy deserves one. Once again she is pretty but I don't have any feelings for her. I feel sorry for her, I understand what she must be going through right now. And I want to help her.
I look at her, she is randomly staring in blank space. We just finished eating. It's good to get to know her. Who knew she could write songs? I mean that is awesome.
"Emma." I say.
She looks at me then says."Emmy, it's Emmy."
I know she likes being called Emmy but I want to call her Emma for some reason.
"Do you want to go on a walk or something?" I ask her.
"Why?" She asks me.
"The fans would like to see you with me I suppose." I tell her."They have been dying to see you."
"Do I have to?" She asks me staring at the floor.
"You don't have to if you don't want to." I tell her. She looks at me and then her ring then back at me."Ok, let's go." She tells me.

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I take her to the Central Park. People are looking at us. I should hold her hand, it'll make people believe the story I gave out. I don't know if Emma...I mean Emmy will go along with it.
If she tries to move away her hand or something, I'll just tell her what I am trying to do. I think she'll understand.
Slowly I grab her hand, like I predicted she moves it away.
"What are you doing?" She whispers looking straight in my eyes.
"People are looking." I say quickly."We are supposed to be in love remember?"
She gives a small frown but holds my hand. It's warm, I like holding it.

Emmy's point of view:
I grab his hand. I like it it's warm. But of course this doesn't mean anything. We are just pretending to be in love. I don't have feelings for him but pretending to be in love is silly. Yet I have to do it, we have to do it. Maybe someday I can fall in love with him. I quickly move that thought away from my mind. Falling in love was something I was forcing myself to do, with Charlie. It never happened. I have decided I am not going to force anything with Niall... yes I was forced to marry him. But if any feelings for him have to grow they'll grow them selves I don't have to make them happen. Like my mother said "you don't find love it finds you and you never know how."
Niall is a nice guy, the best thing about him... he married someone he never met just because his mother asked him to do so. And now that this has happened, he is doing his best to give it chance.
I look at him as he takes a picture with a fan and I smile at this. I miss my mom dearly but I think she did the right thing by making me marry Niall. With Charlie I wouldn't have felt the same. I know I don't like Niall romantically, he's my husband... but right now I suppose we are like friends. He is my friend. And he's doing a good job at being one.

Hope you all enjoyed the story. For some reason I really like writing this story. Btw happy birthday to Harry, 23 already. Oh my boys are growing up so soon.
Thanks for reading and keep doing it to find out what happens next. 💕