Niall Horan: My Bad Romance

Chapter 29: The Mystery

'You look gorgeous, Daisy,' Niall complimented as I descended down the stairs however his words had no effect on me. I mustered a smile before turning my back on him and heading towards the kitchen. I needed something to stop my headache, to take the pain away. Or was it the opposite? Did I need something to stop me from feeling so numb and lost in my own body?

I yanked open the cream cupboard door and shifted through the clutter of tablet boxes and medicine bottles. I needed relief. I didn't realize my hands were shaking until a container slipped through my grasp as I examined its label. It clattered against the tiles and shattered into a million shards of black-tinted glass. The orange slime from within oozing across the spotless flooring.

I stood panting, staring at the mess I had made through doubled vision. I made no attempt to move, like I usually would have, eager to clean up after myself. I just continued to stare at it, not one thought passing through my suddenly uncluttered mind.

'Let me,' Niall murmured, clutching my elbow and gently easing me away from the broken glass. I gripped the marble countertop with my hands, using it to support my weight. Absentmindedly, Niall ran a hand through his styled hair, searching for a dustpan and brush.

Chill out Daisy, I thought to myself, my whole body weak and drained. Too many things were playing through my mind, not one thing making any shred of sense.

Crouching down carefully, Niall scooped up as much of the glass as he possibly could, staying utterly quiet the whole time. I didn't like it. The silence was deafening.

'Let's just get you to dinner,' Niall suggested after using a wet cloth to wipe away the medicine.

'I don't feel like it,' I muttered feebly, squeezing my eyes shut.

'Is this about earlier?' He gently rubbed a hand up and down my arm.

I had no energy so I simply nodded. He knew what was wrong, he was trying to pass it off, and he didn't want to acknowledge it.

'We'll speak more tonight,' he brushed off the conversation just as I had suspected he would. I sighed and nodded slowly, allowing him to take my hand.

'I hope you know I blame you,' I murmured, my eyes gazing out of the window as we zoomed along the motorway. I felt Niall's gaze snap onto my face immediately and the car juddered as he foot slammed against the brake but he quickly composed himself, releasing the pedal slowing us down to press the one that was due to propel us forwards.

'For what?' He voice was steely and I let his words linger in the air between us for a moment before replying.

'For messing my life up,' I answered finally. He had no response. My words were harsh and sure to leave a groove in his character. He probably knew what I was saying held more truth than even the Bible. But much like the Bible, the truth was open to debate.

'I never meant to,' he replied curtly and I shrugged, my eyes glued to the blur of green vegetation that lined the roads. Car after car passed by us, each one a different shape and size, holding new and strangely unfamiliar people within. To them I was just another car, speeding along towards my destination. Inside I was lost.

I had nothing to define me from the rest of the world, nothing to make me stand out. I used to think I held that quality but now.. not a chance. My whole soul had been crushed under the hefty weight of the problems that I was facing in the present and had yet to face. Problems of the past coming to light and problems from the future threatening to tip my sanity over the edge.

On top of all this, I was stuck in a state of purgatory when it came to Niall and the gang. I didn't know if they were the heroes or the villains and I certainly didn't know if I should put my trust with them and against them.