Silence (Niall Horan)

Chapter 31

"I'm gonna miss seeing you!" Gemma hugs me tightly. "I hope too see you soon."

But we won't I remind myself. I look behind her while Harry shifts uncomfortably. He is thinking the same exact thing that I am. I hug Anne and thank her for everything before heading over to Harry.

"Hey." He smiles.

"Hi." I put my hands inside Niall's jacket.

"Aren't you cold?" He lightly tugs at it. I luckily found a dirty dress inside the bathroom and threw Niall's jacket on before coming out to my guest.

"I am actually." A shiver runs through my body. He smiles and looks down at his feet.

"This really sucks." He kicks the rug lightly still looking down.

"I know." Is all I can manage to say.

"I promise I will go and visit you as soon as you get back to San Francisco." He steps towards me.

"No." I shake my head and look back at Niall who is talking Anne. "You can't."

"I don't care about him. There isn't anything he says or does that is going to keep me from seeing you." There is a slight change in his tone.

All I can do is close my eyes and sigh as a response. My hands move up and I pull him in for another hug. His hands move to my waist and he pulls me in closer. My head rests on his chest matching the movement of each breath he takes.

"Alright." He tries to pull away but I don't move.

"Rebecca." Niall's voice is next to me.

"Don't cry." Harry wipes my cheeks. I hadn't even noticed when I had started crying.

"I already told you that this isn't the last time we see each other." He hugs me again and turns to face Niall. Harry gives one nod to Niall before walking out of the suite door.

I close my eyes to let the final tears fall out. The door slams shut before a set of hands are around me.

"Don't." I pull away, "Just don't.

"Rebecca." Niall moves in.

"No. You did this. You can't choose who I'm friends with or not."

"He has no intensions of being your friend."

"I don't care!" I raise my voice and begin to walk away. "He is someone important to me."

"And what am I?"

I stay quiet as he takes a seat on one of the couches. I bite my bottom lip as he stares at me. What is he too me? A couple of hours ago, I promised him that I would try to love him but he is making this more difficult than I thought.

"Yeah." He shakes his head. "I'm nothing. No matter how hard I try, I will never be him. I will never be the perfect boy that just walked out the door. You will never look at me the way you look at him. That's why I want to keep him away. Because I want you. I want to have your attention and your love. That won't happen if he's around. He'll try to steal you away from me. You're mine."

"I'm no property." I snap.

He sighs before running both hands through his hair. His knee is slightly shaking as he does this. Is he nervous? What for?

"I don't care how this sounds but it's true. You're mine."

"I was forced to be yours." I say loudly.

"You could have easily agreed not to marry me." He shrugs.

"I didn't have a choice. No one cared how I felt. Everyone just assumed that I was in love with you. Even the people who knew the truth. No one asked me what I wanted. It's always everyone else before me and that's exactly the way it is right now. You are only thinking about yourself. You're only worrying about your feelings. You haven't even asked me how I feel about this."