He Never Does || n.h

Chapter 1: Not A Word

Chapter 1:

He had it all planned out.

The letter, the sweatshirt, the cameras, everything.

He knew the moment it happened that he would have his revenge. He had every detail figured out. Every reason to be angry. Every incentive to follow through.

And follow through he did.

I can't quite remember how long I've been in here. I know it's been months because winter has turned into spring, but I'd have to check the radio to be sure. I don't turn on the radio much, it is too depressing. I don't like knowing things about the outside world because I have a feeling I won't be returning to it.

That feeling grows stronger with each day I'm locked away in this hellhole.

The concrete walls are suffocating me. I do spend a lot of time looking out the small basement window. The view never changes, but it is a much prettier picture than anything else I have to look at.

My body is weak. I hardly have room to get any exercise. Even if I did I wouldn't have the energy to do it. I'm as good as dead down here.

And that was his plan all along.

I know what I'm saying doesn't make any sense, so I'll just go back where it started.

Though I really don't want to repeat this story.

Flashback:

Nothing.

Not a single word spoken, messaged, emailed, texted, or relayed since that day at Oxygen.

And it has been months.

I keep thinking about it no matter how hard I try not to. I can't get his image out of my head. Sometimes I even convince myself I can smell his cologne. Niall's memory haunts me. And I love being haunted.

Right now I'm sitting in the back of Rebecca's Jetta with Navy singing along to the radio in the passenger seat. It's winter break now and I made it through my first semester of Uni with flying colors. I'm glad it's over. And I'm glad I don't have to spend six hours a day practicing for The Nutcracker anymore. That was exhausting but it did go flawlessly.

Me, Rebecca, and Navy just got back from a three day ski trip at a nice resort in upper New York. We went for New Years and I have to say it was really fun. I'm personally not much of a skier but I got the hang of it after many trials and errors.

We've been in the car for hours and I can now see the skyscrapers of the Big Apple coming into view. I haven't said much during the drive, but I have done a good job of biting my nails down to stubs. Not literally, but I definitely chewed a lot off. It is a bad habit I have taken to recently.

It's because of that day with Niall. I begin to overanalyze it and I begin to get anxious and then I bite my nails.

Navy notices this and turns around in his seat to face me. I stop biting them and just stare at him until he says anything.

"Hey, stop that." He says and removes my hand from my mouth.

"Sorry." I mumble. I go to bring my hand back up involuntarily but my brain reminds me not to.

"Whats wrong?" He sighs. I can tell he has had this conversation with me too many times. It's always the same. Looks like he's having it one more time.

"You know what's wrong Navy." I reply and throw my head back against the seat.

"Stop hassling her, shes obviously upset." Rebecca says, already knowing where this is headed.