A Twist of Fate [niall horan]

Chapter 17

       One week with no Niall gave me mixed feelings, to say the least. Confusion and frustration overtook my mind as I replayed our last conversation together. I told myself that I needed to stop thinking about him before I fell in deeper than I could swim. He even said it himself, "falling for him is dangerous." My heart ached when those words (not those exact words, but something along those lines) left his mouth because despite everything rebolving the two of us, I had felt whole around him; nothing was missing. Although, a small part of me was relieved that a barrier was put up in order to keep me from him. Sounds hypocritical, I know, but it was only for the best. 

First off, Niall had no clue that I was playing detective behind his back. Once he finds out, if he does, I'm sure he wouldn't look at me the same, if he even wants to look at me at that point. I certainly wouldn't. I knew what I was doing was so unethical, but in my defense I haven't even revealed anything. All I had to do was buy myself some time until something new came out with the band to catch everyone's focus, including Ms. Lipton's.

Thank god I haven't had to see her for a while. We've been emailing back and forth tracking my progress, which was at a whooping one percent at the moment. She didn't seem to mind claiming I could take all the time I needed in order to ensure I get the "correct" information. This whole thing was so idiotic in my opinion, but dealing with someone like Ms. Lipton certainly didn't make my case any easier, quite the opposite actually.

Anyways, staying away from Niall also gave me some time to myself which consisted of running errands, chores, reading, and of course catching up with my family back home. Home sickness was something I never really experienced so I never really knew the feeling. Now that I've been in London for practically four months, I'm definitely missing New York. Sure London was just as busy, maybe even more, but nothing could replace the city I grew up in and formed all my memories. More importantly, I missed my family bunches.

Aunt Ro and Adam were ecstatic to hear from me. It felt so wonderful to hear their voices after so long. Telling them about my new life was bittersweet because I had wished for them to be here with me to experience this wonderful opportunity. But at the same time I didn't want to burden them with all my troubles concerning my crazy life. Just the fact that they were still in my life was all that mattered. No one made me happier.

For the past couple days I've just been lazing around, which was nice and all, but I felt so out of place. I needed to get up and actually do something. Niall was supposed to come over today for another interview session, but seeing as it was almost two o'clock (two hours after he was supposed to arrive) he most likely wasn't coming. Of course he was going to play the victim.

Deciding to clear my thoughts, I got up and headed over to my room to change out of my hobo clothes, consisting of a ragged T-shirt and oversized sweatpants. A day out to myself seemed in order. Maybe I'd even make some new friends. I really needed to find some new people to talk to other than the guys. Friends were something I hadn't really thought of up until now as strange as it sounded.

Halfway through squeezing myself into my jeans, my phone began ringing. A small part of me hoped for it to be Niall despite what had happened between us. To my dismay all that hope was washed away when I saw it was Harry calling me. I had no idea as to why he was calling me. There wasn't anything I had planned with any of the boys besides Niall. He probably wanted to let me Niall couldn't make it or that Niall doesn't want to talk to me. Something along those lines. Today I had no intentions for putting up with anything remotely related to that.

Swiping the reject button, I continued on with getting dressed. London was starting to get chilling out so I threw on a knitted cardigan over my top before sliding on my combat boots. Hopefully this would be suitable enough for a walk around town. As I grabbed my keys off my kitchen counter, my phone went off again. This time it was Liam. Liam most always called me when he absolutely needed me. I guess it wouldn't hurt to pick up and see what they wanted seeing as Harry already called me.