phobias // n.h. au

eight

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My legs ached from standing so long, but I couldn't sit or Tristan would see me. She thought, ate, and sat all by herself, waiting for me to reappear, yet I couldn't pull myself back to the sight.

Her brown hair was combed through a put in a bun, yet I couldn't take my eyes off her. She nibbled her lip and fidgeted every once in a while, and stared right in front of her, almost directly at me.

I tapped my foot, waiting for my own response and to appear here again. I ruffled my hair and remembered what I noticed last night, so I bolted to the bathroom, flicking on the light and not caring if Tristan saw it.

I ran my shivering fingers through my hair and felt my breath hitch in my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, and flicked them back open to make sure I wasn't imagining the change.

My eyes were still black, but my hair was tinted a light green now, and slowly getting lighter. I sighed and leaned over the sink, instantly feeling like vomiting.

"Niall, are you okay?" I heard Tristan whisper. I looked up and saw her in the door frame, staring into the 'empty' room before her. I sighed and appeared in front of her.

Her eyes found me the second I was visible, and I could feel the green driving a hole into my mind. I shook my head to her question, and rubbed my face. I felt her arms wrap around me, making me jump back in surprise, but I let the petite girl hug me. She pulled back and looked at me, frowning when our eyes met.

"I thought maybe that'd work." she whispered. She never really took moves like that; randomly hugging or speaking up without me talking to her. I could feel a change happening in her, and I wondered if she could feel the change happening in me.

"I wish." I sighed, wrapping my arms around her as well. We sat in the poorly lit bathroom, arm in arm, and just breathed. I haven't really taken time to relax and calm myself enough to think about what we should do.

I closed my eyes and for the first time tonight, felt my eyes ache to sleep. My legs were still tired, and the rest of my body was dive bombing that way. I pulled back and caught Tristan's attention.

"Maybe we should sleep on it." She nodded at my response and pulled away herself, turning on her heel and walking to the bedroom in the back. I was frozen, left alone in the bathroom doorway, and I couldn't do anything but watch as she walked away. I commanded my legs to walk, yet they didn't listen.

Finally, Tristan turned around, noticing I wasn't following her. She walked back over, dragging her feet, and grasped my hand, pulling me behind her as I still struggled to move the feet under me.

She pushed the door open and pulled me to my side of the bed, sitting me down before crawling over to her side of the bed, and pulling herself underneath it.

I heard a soft sigh, and I followed her, laying down next to her, not pulling the covers over me or anything. I didn't feel like doing anything with my life anymore.

I knew Greg would hate me, and I knew the rest of my family would disown me, and I had a feeling the only people there for me would be the boys from primary.

I even had a horrible feeling about Tristan, and I knew she'd be a tough subject the next few weeks. I knew what was happening, and I couldn't change it now.

"Talk to me, Niall." Tristan interrupted my thoughts, making me jump a little. "Please?" she asked when I didn't say anything. I sighed and rubbed my eyes.

"You won't even care." I said.

"Of course I care, Niall."

"Why? Why do you care about me?" I asked suddenly, sitting up on my elbows and looking over at her in the dark.