Someday {Niall Horan}

Chapter 25: Lost one, Gained one

Niall's POV

As I walk with Emily to the Louis Vuitton store I feel something fall out of my pocket. Emily let's go of my hand to pick it up. When I notice what it was that I had dropped I freeze. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She just examines the envelope for a second and slowly realizes that it has her name on it. She looks at me confusion clear in her eyes.

"Emily-" I try to say but she interrupts me.

"No Niall. Don't try to 'explain' this, it's not going to work. What the hell do you think you are doing with this?" she asks, but I'm afraid to answer.

"I was just-"

"Nope, you weren't supposed to answer that." She's obviously extremely irritated, but she doesn't want to blow up in public. Fucking hell, why did I actually think that I could hide this letter from her for the whole day. I'm so fucking stupid. "I know exactly why you were hiding this from me." She slowly opens the letter and skims through to read it. "It's pretty obvious that your just way too easily jealous. Sure, throw a thing at me. Show a boy that I'm yours, but this just crossed the line."

"Look, I was just-" She keeps fucking cutting me off. Can she just let me finish a sentence?

"You were just what? Trying to protect me? You don't have to steal a letter from my dressing room to do that. You don't have to take away my privacy to be able to protect me." I have nothing to say. Every sentence that leaves her mouth is correct. Every single word is true. I just shouldn't have hid it in the first place, but I just don't understand one thing.

"How do you know I took it from your dressing room?" I ask. Did she already know that I had it all this time?

"Niall, I was supposed to get this letter. I knew it was coming. When I couldn't find it, I just figured that Harry maybe misplaced it. Maybe the janitor threw it away, but never in a million years did I think that you would steal it from me. You weren't ever going to tell me about this, were you?" She knew it was coming. She fucking knew it was coming, if I knew that I wouldn't have taken it in the first place. Wait, why the hell did Harry tell her that he wrote her a letter?

"I'm sorry," I say softly. I have nothing else to say. I just regret getting into her business, reading and stealing a letter meant for her.

"Sure you are," she says, her voice full of hatred and sarcasm. She gives me one last glance before walking in the other direction. She'll forgive me again, right?

Emily's POV

I take look at the letter once more hoping that it didn't actually have my name on it, but unfortunately it did. I look at Niall to see his nervous face.

"Emily-" he starts to say, but I cut him off. I don't have time to listen to his bullshit.

"No Niall. Don't try to 'explain' this, it's not going to work. What the hell do you gunk you are doing with this?" He fucking invaded my privacy. I already know that the letter's from Harry, he told me to 'look in my dressing room' this morning.

"I was just-" I cut him off again, not giving him a chance to answer the question I asked him. I already know what he's going to say, too predictable.

"Nope, you weren't supposed to answer that," I say clearly tired of listening to his attempted excuse."I know exactly why you were hiding this from me." I look through the letter for added effect and realize that I'm right, it's from Harry. "It's pretty obvious that your just way too easily jealous. Sure, throw a thing at me. Show a boy that I'm yours, but this just crossed the line." He looks at me with a straight face as my words hit him.

"Look, I was just-" I cut him off again, I don't want him to finish a single sentence. It's all bullshit, all of it.

"You were just what?" I ask. "Trying to protect me? You don't have to steal a letter from my dressing room to do that. You don't have to take away my privacy to be able to protect me." When I'm with him I feel protected, but at the same time I feel like each one of my deepest secrets are written on my forehead with permanent marker for him to see each time I'm with him. He just stares at me for a second, not knowing what else to say.