The Secret (Niall Horan)

Chapter 3: I Can Feel My Heart Breaking.

 P.S. This might suck but I'm in an extremely rush because 'homeworks' And IT WILL HAVE A LOT of errors and stuff so please forgive me .

Ally's POV

Until now I still can't believe that I receive a terrifying hurl from Niall. I know it was my fault because I didn't even peek a gaze on where I was heading. It's been 4 days since the concert and my mom is still unsuccessful to identify. I ceased the concert because I can't stand watching Niall being distracted. I remembered when Niall got lost on his thoughts on the middle of the Twitter Questions making the fans laugh because they thought Niall was joking. But you can see in his eyes that something is bothering him and I'm sure that I'm one of those.

I left the concert 1 hour earlier because I'm guilty of the way Niall performs. When I reach my destiny which is this apartment .I tried having a flashback on what happened during the concert and all I remembered  was Niall hurling at my face. I cried for hours because Niall is one of the person  who I loved and it makes my heart break to realize that one of the person I love ,hates me.

My mother didn't seem to mind that I was practically howling on my room.Instead she laughs at my state.She just loves me seeing in pain, mentally,emotionally or physically. These 4 days was one of the worst days of my life, my mom keeps threatening me if I don't follow her or her rules.

My thoughts were interrupted by the news on news flash.

"One Direction concert were a blast. Million of fans watched One Direction's Concert and I can tell it was extremely successful. But today One Direction will be leaving to continue there almost ending tour. But the bad news is,One Direction Niall Horan looks like he's dealing with something. .He left the stadium before the other lads..." The reporter pauses because the picture of Niall were flash on the screen.

I can feel my eyes being occupied by salty tears.

"...And we've receive photos of him crying. Unfortunately we haven't figure out what seems to be the problem..We tried contacting one of the bodyguards/tour manager of One Direction, Paul Higgins.." The reporter stops so the voice mail of Paul can be heard.

I didn't stand to listen to Paul's voice message because I can feel a sting in my chest. The effect of my guilt is  starting to overcome to me.I stupidly sit in my worn out bed and let the cold tears stream down my face. I know this is my fault,I shouldn't have attended that concert.

I know I'm forbidden to be elated and free. When I'm happy someone will be the opposite and my guilt will come rushing. I stayed there sobbing, my arms are practically hugging my knees near my chest and my face are lying on it with my cold tears. I stayed like that for seems like hours but I know myself it's just minutes. Maybe it  is true when you're somber, time flies like hours but it's only minutes.I will do anything to make Niall happy again, even if it means sacrificing myself.

"Hey Bitch,I need you to do something for me" I mother slurs and I already know she's  drunk because she can't certainly live a day without drinking a bottle of liquor or vodka.

"What is it?" I ask but you can already hear the annoyance in my voice. I wipe the tears away because when she caught me cry , she will absolutely  laugh at my face.

"Sell drugs! Sell those fucking drugs" She demands and point her finger to any direction she can and I immediately disagree earning a slap across my bruise-full face.

She tugs at my hair and keep insisting me to sell drugs. Being abused everyday is alright with me but selling drugs is particularly inappropriate. Even is she slap kick and punch me she will never make me say 'yes'. I groan in there feeling nothing but pain my mom spits on me before she walk out of my room not before slamming the door.