Taken and Torn [Niam/Narry/Nouis/Ziall]

Chapter 26: It All Came Up To This

Niall’s P.O.V

“I made my decision.”

The four boys froze. Fear, doubt and deep longing were evident in each of their faces. I, myself, can’t even move. I can’t believe I just said that sentence. I mean, I thought it wasn’t possible to use those words in one sentence. Like, how can someone make their decision if they want to have all the choices?

“Y-You have?” Liam asked. His voice was shaking; full of uncertainty and hopefulness.

I nodded slowly, waiting for the other three to speak – but nothing came out of them. “Uhm…if I may, I would like to be left alone for just a minute to process all of these. I have to make sure that this decision, this choice I make, will be the best for everyone. Y-You can go to your respective rooms, and I’ll proceed to each.”

“Okay Niall. Just promise us you won’t do anything stupid in that one minute. We’ll repeat this everyday if we have to…whatever decision you make…” Louis looked at me. His eyes were holding emotions of genuineness and honesty. “We will always be happy for you.”

“And don’t worry about the rest of us, yeah? We are still not very accustomed to the thought about you over-thinking about things that does not need to be thought about.” Harry smiled, showing those dimples I can never get enough of.

“Promise you guys won’t be mad at me?” I looked at them hopefully.

Zayn took a step forward. For a moment there, I thought he was going to slap me for saying something unnecessary, but no. “I promise…”

Liam took a step forward, “I promise…”

“I promise…” Louis said as he copied the previous actions.

I looked at Harry and he did the same thing, “I promise…”

I sighed. I can’t believe I’ll be breaking three true hearts. All my life, I have never anticipated for this moment to come. I mean, sure it feels egotistic to have several people chase after you. But if I learned something throughout…all of these, it’s that some things are just better when they stay in your imaginative mind. Yes, we tend to create scenarios that we dream to happen, not thinking about the possible effects it ought to bring – both positive and negative.

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I stood outside Harry’s room, unsure if I should proceed to knock or just run away while I have the perfect shot of chance. But no, all these times I have learned that you just can’t keep running away from your problems because they’ll just keep on chasing you; So from now onwards, no more runaway Niall.

I gently knocked on the door. “Come in.” Harry’s deep, sweet voice called out.

I turned the knob and peeked inside. Harry was sitting on a cushioned chair, his elbows resting on his shaking knees and later did I notice that he was holding a phone. “Hi Harry…” I smiled gently at him.

He looked up and once he saw me, he smiled. He stood up and hugged me tight. Once he pulled away, he cleared his throat. “So…”

I wasn’t really paying attention on him because my mind was focused on the phone in his hand. “Wh-Who did you call?”

Harry smiled, “My Uncle. You still remember him, right?”

I nodded in reply.

“Well, I just needed to talk to someone because quite honestly, I’m terrified Niall. I’m afraid about your decision.” I was about to speak but he raised his hand signaling that he still has something to say. “But I trust you with your choice Niall. Whatever it is, I will respect it.”