Love to dust

Chapter 5 EVALYN'S POV

"I think you should go," I murmured quietly.

I felt Niall stiffen beside me, and I clapped my hands over my mouth. What. Just. Happened?

Niall looked down at me with his eyes wide.

"Evalyn I-"

I cut him off quickly. "Go!"

I almost lost my composure. His face fell, and he looked so sad and dissapointed that I almost reached out to hug him. What is wrong with me? I NEVER hug people! And most certainly not people so pig-headed as Niall.

"I'm sorry Evalyn," he says and his voice cracks a bit when he says my name and his eyes look slightly red. My heart almost breaks in two. Almost.

He turns, head down, and walks out to the front hall.

I draw my knees up under my chin and squeeze my eyes shut tight as I wrap my arms around my legs.

Charlie's face, blue and bloody.

I open my eyes and start shaking. I try to stand up but my legs give out from under me. I crash to the floor, and I lay on the carpet, tears slowly leaking from my eyes.

NIALL'S POV

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I swipe angrily at my eyes and stumble across the lawn back to my house. Great. I got Evelyn to speak, but because I invaded her private stuff! Stupid!

I slam the front door shut behind me, and I stalk into the kitchen in need of food. Greg is in the living room on some video game, killing some people.

"So, I take it it didn't go very well eh?" he asks with a smile in his voice.

"Can it, cereal boy," I mutter mutinously.

"Bro, chill out, just an observation. On the topic of observing, I'm guessing she was a girl you liked, who then brutally rejected you," he says galncing at me smirking.

"SHUTUP!" I yell grabbing a tub of ice cream and start to stalk towards the stairs.

"Oh, barely here a day and you've already been rejected. That's rough. What's the song again? It calls to me... Oh yes! 'R-E-J-E-C-T-E-D, Rejected! Rejected! You just got rejected!'" he laughs.

"MAY I REMIND YOU THAT YOU ARE IN YOUR TWENTIES STILL LIVING AT HOME, AND YOUR ONLY ACTIVE RELATIONSHIP IS WITH YOUR CEREAL AND THE OCCASIONAL ANIMATED PROSTITUTE IN GRAND THEFT AUTO!" I scream ascending the stairs.

"Are you REALLY gonna hit THAT LOW?!" Greg yells back.

"If you insist on making me relive the fact that- wait for it- I was indeed REJECTED than YES I WILL HIT THAT LOW, AND LOWER YOU LITTLE TWAT!" I scream and I slam my door not wanting to hear anymore of his general idiocy.

I pile drive my bed and dig into my ice cream. I know it sounds girly, indulging in food after a rejection but hey- I don't use girls as a fallback.

I look at my phone and see a bunch of texts from my five band mates. I sigh. I was taking a leave of absence from the band. I didn't know when or IF I was going back.

Hair Bear:

BROOOOOO!! Where r u? Answer meh! :)

My Hubbie Liam <3:

Niall r u ok? Havnt herd from u in a wile :/

BooBear:

NIALL PICK UP UR GODDAMN PHONE AND RESPOND U BUM!!!!

Zayn (Who Is Majestically Gorgeus):

Hey man, where u been? Aint the same without my hungry leprachaun! :) Xx