The Way We Made It Happen [UNDER PAINFULLY SLOW EDITING]

Chapter 26 - Hero.

A/N- Hey! Can you believe Niall is finally 21!? Oh my feeels right now.....

Anyways i hope you like this update! :D

Steph on the side!

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-Niall's POV-

"I'm so sorry i had to leave, love. The parents came home yesterday....no there's nothing in this world i love more than you baby" I tried consoling Steph over the phone. It broke my heart to leave her at her uni campus, but then i didnt want Hannah to be alone when the parents came back.

"Niall, i cant do long distance anymore, i'm sorry, its too painful. I'm willing to move to New York, i'll apply in NYU too. Or you can come here, baby." Steph whined.

It literally tore my heart, to hear her say this. As much as i love Steph and wanted to be near her every second of the day, i cant. I have Hannah, and however much she loves Zayn and he loves her, she won't be able to handle me away from her. I can't break the promise i made to her that night when i was 11.

The memories came flooding back. Shouting, angry voices, venomous words were being thrown around. They were so spiteful and mean to each other. I remember Hannah, an innocent and confused child, looking up at me like i could fix this for her, but didn't she know how broken i already was? 

I promised myself that I would be strong, strong enough for my baby sister, always there for her, i owed my life to her, and i always would. 

"Don't cry, sweetheart" i had said, enclosing her in my arms," You don't need anyone as long as you have me, i'll be your hero, okay?". "You won't be like Daddy, will you?" she had said, her voice weak and terrified. It had broken my 11-year-old heart. "Never, i will always be me, never, ever like Daddy"

"Niall, think over it and let me know,okay? I'll need to apply to NYU by next week if we decide on that." Steph said, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Definitley, i have to go now, i love you" i said, my voice low. "I love you too" she said and hung up.

I closed my eyes and laid back against the headboard, clearing my head when i heard someone knock on my door, "Come in", i shouted. Zayn poked his head into the room, and i sat up straighter and smiled at him. I genuinely like Zayn, i mean, its only been around a month since he's been dating Hannah, but he makes her happy, and i can't thank him enough for that.

"Hey" he said, sitting at the edge of my bed. "Whats up?" i said, trying to insinuate conversation. After a couple of moments of obvious hesitation he spoke, "Can i ask you something?" he asked me softly. "Go ahead" i smiled at him.

"I'm so sorry i'm asking you this because i don't have the heart to ask Hannah, i can tell its a very sensitive topic for her, but why exactly is there so much...tension between both of you and your parents?" he said, looking at me, his eyes filled with concern and worry, for Hannah. He would only noticed if he cared, and he does.

I took in a deep breath ane let it out, "My father, he was always famous with the ladies, i mean, Hannah and i look like this because of the genes he had given us. When Hannah was around 3-years-old, my father got involved with this woman, like she was an office colleague but their relationship didnt consist with papers on the desk but her on the desk. After a few months of fucking around with that lady, my mum got really suspicious and she caught him, like fucking that lady on his desk.

She never said anything to him but, she just let him go scott-free, no fight, no threat for divorce nothing. She just simply closed the door and came back home. And when Dad came home that night she acted like nothing had happened. She only remained quiet for our sake. To ensure that Hannah and i are never deprived of our father because of her broken heart.

My father on the other hand, saw this as an amazing opportunity and he got into so many affairs, i mean he would bring those whores home, and mom would actually welcome them and would act like it was normal.  It hurt me to know she went through this pain for us. 

My mom was an ode to women, she was so beautiful, i mean, more than she is even now. She could literally turn heads when she walked down a street, but she never gave into temptation. Ever. Until Jaxon.

Jaxon was my fathers best friend since college and he knew everything my dad was doing, and how much pain she went through for our sake. He would always comfort my mom and he was really nice to Hannah and I. 

When i was 11 and Hannah just 10, my dad came home really drunk one night, and he started yelling so loudly that he woke us both. Obviously being too young i never really understood what they said, but i heard the words : whore, Jaxon, asshole, heartless, bitch, skank, being thrown around.

I remember my mum turning around and spotting us, and she turned and said something to my father who immediately shut up and a look of utter guilt and shame crossed his face.

I don't exactly know what happened after that, but after 2 years, they were hopelessly in love with each other and for that i'm glad." I finished, my heart racing. I hated recounting that night.

"So how exactly does Hannah's dependency on you fit into this?" Zayn asked me softly, his voice shaky.

"That night i promised Hannah that i would always be there for her, by her side, protecting her and being her hero, because that night we had no idea whether we would leave that house broken or a family." I said, a sad smile on my face.

Zayn got up and gave a hug, and i hugged him back, he actually cared about Hannah, he was willing to not know about things because he knew it would hurt her to say them.

I hope he's always there for Hannah, i hope he loves her with all his heart, I hope he's her hero when i'm not around to be her hero.