Revenge (Punk Niall Horan)

Chapter 44

You think I'm going to disappear for two months and only give you one update? Now, okay, I'm not that bad.

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Bailey’s point of view

After about two weeks of managing to avoid confrontation with Niall, I finally knew what it was that I had to do.

I had spent the last few weeks pretending to be buried in homework, or busy with family, or going out with Caroline. Any excuse that I could use to make him leave me alone and give me more time to think about what to do I would jump at it. I could tell he was growing more annoyed with me, and he was becoming snappy with me. He would always look slightly hurt every time I told him that I couldn’t talk, but his expression would turn back into stone and lately he would just stomp off. He was getting sick of my excuses.

But I know what to do now.

I thought that maybe if the text messages stopped, then I might be able to forgive him. Maybe if he just realised that what he was doing was wrong, then I could find something good in him. But if I’m being honest with myself, the messages were only increasing by the day. He was growing impatient with my lack of cooperation. 

There was a small part of me that would feel a little empty every time that I told him that I couldn’t talk. I knew it wasn’t right, though. Niall was the way he was, and the way he is is nothing that I could ever give into. Whether I had to forcibly pull myself away from him, I can’t fall. I can’t fall for him, period.

I hadn’t told anyone about what he was doing because there was still a part of me that was still trying to figure it out for myself. I thought about trying to talk to my mom about it a few times, but I stopped myself. I know she was force me to tell some kind of authority about it, but I knew that that wasn’t what I wanted to do. 

I also know that if I ever told my mother what I was planning on doing she would say I’m just as bad as him. Maybe I am, but I could care less at this point.

It was Friday and I had spent my entire night googling everything that I could think of on my laptop. Something that would give Niall away.

I had started by putting his name in google, but, again, nothing had come up. I didn’t know his fathers name, and I didn’t know about anyone else in his family. I tried googling “mother dies in a car crash” but that only had about ten thousand different options. I googled “High school student cheats with steroids” and even though there were less options, there were still too many to sort through. 

I had sat in front of my laptop for about three hours before thinking about giving up. All I needed to know was where he used to live. He had never told me where he moved from, but if I was able to find out then I’d find what I needed.

I sat defeated with my head in my hands, racking my brain for anything that could possibly tell me where he was from. I couldn’t go to his dad for obvious reasons, and I think Marcel would find it suspicious that I asked. No doubt he would tell Niall.

But who else would be concerned enough with everyone else's lives to bother to find out where Niall moved from?

And then it hit me. I was an idiot. 

Caroline picked up her phone after two rings. “Yes?”

“I have a question for you.”

“Go on.”

I paused. “Do you know where Niall’s from?”

She didn’t say anything for a minute. “Why do you care?”