a Life Changing Night (a Narry Storan story)

chapter 3

A/N: Ok here is chapter 3 with like i said more drama. 

I had a smile on my face as I put put the light out in Amelia's room. She had fallen asleep midway of the story I was reading to her. Absolutely exhausted from the fun day she had had with her uncle Liam and aunty Dani. Something she wouldn't shut up about until I actually put her in bed. She kept telling my about how she had went to the park, fed the ducks there and played at the playground. Watched a movie and played with her aunty with the dolls she had brought. Danielle had told me she had been completely worn out at the end of the afternoon, so they had put her down for a nap before dinner. They knew we wouldn't mind. If she was that tired, she would sleep at night too, so there was no harm in that. All we cared about that Amelia had fun, that was the most important to us. So I watched some television with her, before I put her to bed.

Now however there was something else I needed to do. Namely apologize to Niall, who was still angry at me and without even talk to me unless Am was there. Thankfully our meetings with the surrogate mothers had went very well. They hadn't even noticed anything about me, which I was thankful for as we discussed many things with them, about us and about them. I guess the loading coffee to sober up and aspirin had helped with that and in the end it all worked out. In the end our choice fell on Deborah, a friendly 37 year old woman from London. From the start we got along great and I knew she was the perfect candidate with her brown hair and soft gray/blue eyes. Yet even after that, Niall was still mad at me and ignoring me. But now it was time to apologize and talk things out.

I bit my lip, before entering the living room where Niall was watching, the news? Well clearly his mind wasn't on the television than, I thought as I walked closer. My heart clenching when I noticed the sad look on his face. He shouldn't be sad, not today when we had just chosen the surrogate mother for our second child. Right now he should be happy, enthusiastic and grinning like crazy. Yet he wasn't and it was all my fault. 'Oh baby, I'm so sorry'. “Niall” I spoke, surprised by how soft my voice sounded.

Upon hearing my voice Niall's face instantly hardened as blue eyes glared hateful at me. I suppressed a sigh, this wasn't going to be easy. Not that I had been expected that, but I hoped. “What do you want Styles” the Irish man growled at me.

I swallowed at the amount of disgusted in his voice. “I got something for you.” I picked up the box I had placed on the table earlier and handed it to him. He didn't respond and just looked at it, making me feel a little nervous. “Come on open it” I encouraged him.

Hesitantly he opened the box, almost like he didn't want to so. Still I waited anxiously for his response. I knew he wanted this. He had pointed out to me how he would buy it as soon as he had the chance, so I hoped that he would see me buying it for him as a peace offering. The first part of my apology, because I knew we still needed to talk this out too.

But Niall stayed silent for the longest time and that's when I got scared. Why wasn't there any reaction? Did I buy the wrong one, or was it the wrong color? Than suddenly Niall's head shot up and I was taken back by the fiery rage in his eyes. Fuck I had made things worse, instead of better. How could that be. How could I be so stupid, to do so?

“What the fuck Styles” Niall yelled, jumping up from the couch. “You think you can buy my apology with some stupid gift.” He threw the green hat at me. Letting it hit me, because I was simple too shocked to response or to even move. “I hate you!”

Gasping, I felt my heart break as soon as he those words left his mouth. Tears falling from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. “I just...” I stammered. Not sure what to say. Scared I would cause more damage, but I had to do something. “God I'm so sorry Niall. I know I fucked up. Know it was fucking stupid and immature of me and I'm so terrible sorry babe.” Sobbing I let myself fall on my knees. “I'm so sorry. I promise, no swear it won't ever happen again. I won't let you down again Niall. And I hate myself for doing so in the first place.” I couldn't look at him any longer, scared to see his reaction or worse his rejection. So for what felt like hours I just sat there on my knees, head bowed and tears streaming down my cheeks.

It was quiet for the longest time and I was about to give up hope that Niall would respond, when I heard a huff. It was quickly followed by footsteps leaving the room and me. My heart shattered in a million pieces as I started to full out cry. I knew I fucked up real bad, but I hadn't thought Niall would take it so badly. I had expected arguing, yelling and a hell of a lot of explaining and apologizing from my side, but not this. Not his hate and I certainly hadn't expected losing him. What was I going to do now? What would I tell Amelia, she needed him. I needed him. I was lost without him. Fuck I was a complete mess after Amelia's birth and wouldn't have survived it if Niall hadn't helped me like he had done. Hell even now I still needed his help, he was the one that stayed calm when she miss behaved, when I was already too frustrated to act calmly. I didn't want to think what would happen if Niall would be there anymore. I couldn't even imagine life without him. Didn't want to.

Curling up into a ball, I stayed where I was on the cold floor, not that I felt it, crying my eyes out. Unwilling to admit that I might have lost the best thing that had ever happen to me. The love of my life. My soul-mate. I couldn't cope with that awful possibility.

A/N: So how was that enough drama? Hope so. Next chapter will Niall's POV, or at least partly. Hope you enjoyed this and make me a happy girl by commenting and voting :) xx