Numb [One Direction: Niall Horan]

Chapter 6

Nadyia 

I was just sitting in my room, doing absolutely nothing. I didn't feel like doing anything. My already numb body felt just... Empty. It felt empty.

I don't understand how he could just do that. I actually waited, but he didn't. I mean, I know he's a guy, but I thought he loved me. I'm not usually the one to put my heart out there, but I risked it this time and I was wrong, obviously.

Life is stupid. Life is a b-word. Karma isn't, because I haven't done anything, yet I get punished for whatever I must've done while sleeping or something.

Ugh, I'm sich a girl right now.

My hands hurt like a mother fudging b-word. I looked down at my shaking hand and tortured myself by moving my fingers. I oaned in pain and curled up on the bed. It just ached. I just laid in bed, doing absolutely nothing. Again.

I have been laying here, pitying myself for three days now. Marc came by, but I didn't talk to him, so he quickly got the message and left me alone. I didn't eat, which I know is bad, because I have to eat. This damned disease will not get any better to handle if I'm hungry. So seeing as I never pity myself for more than three days, I forced myself out of bed at 2pm.

My hair was kept in place with a snapback and I was wearing some grey sweats and a black tight crop top. It's comfy, because it's just a normal frabric kind of crop top. It's basically like a short tank top.

I slowly walked downstairs, gritting my teeth as I went and when I got down, I went to the kitchen. I sat down and just waited. I didn't feel like making anything, so I'd just wait until someone else was getting themselves something.

After maybe 15 minutes, Niall came in. He didn't notice me at first, just hummed on some song and looked through a cabinet. He turned to the island counter and noticed me sitting there. He froze and then slowly placed the box he was holding, down on the counter.

"Good morning?" he tried, probably not sure how to start.

"It's past noon, Niall. I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be good day at least," I said and he chuckled and then turned to pull out a bowl. He glanced back to me and then grabbed another one. 

"We have Lucky Charms, Coco Puffs or some healthy Eleanor cereal," he said, looking inside where the cereal is. "Definitely Lucky Charms," I said. He pulled out that one and the Coco Puffs. Niall filled up the bowls, then poured milk into it, put a spoon in each of them and went to me. He placed the bowl in front of me and then sat down opposite me, scooping some cereal into his mouth.

We sat in silence for a bit and I tried to shake as little as possible, but it was impossible to not shake at all. I saw him eyeing my hands a bit, but he didn't comment.

"Just ask," I sighed and looked at him. He looked kind of guilty, but then asked.

"Are you okay?" he wondered and I know he was actually curious about my question, he didn't just ask to be polite or anything. I sighed and moved my spoon around in my bowl. "Not really. I haven't actually been okay since my dad passed away. Everything just went downhill after that," I said honestly and he nodded quietly. "You're wondering how he died, aren't you?" 

"Yah, but that's none of my business," he said and I smiled slightly.

"Right," I mumbled and took some more of my cereal into my mouth. Niall's eyes widened for a second and then he quickly put his spoon down and cleared his throat. "It's not that I don't want to know or that I don't care. I just... I know stuff like that is hard to talk about and I don't even know you," he said and I gave him an approving smile, then looked back down at my food.