Black And White : A Niall Horan Fanfiction

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"Hey, I'm gonna get a drink. Do you want one?" I asked and began to stand up. Evie hopped off my lap just before I stood up straight and waddled sleepily over to her bed next to the radiator.

"I'm OK, thanks," Niall said. He was concentrating hard on the film and he didn't even look at me when he answered my question.

I nodded even though he wasn't looking and walked away into the kitchen. It was bright in the kitchen compared to the living room because all the lights were on.

I leant against the counter and put my head in my hands. I had no idea why I was getting so worried and stressed over one tiny thing. Out of nowhere, tears started falling down my face making my cheeks hot and wet. I breathed in and out slowly trying to calm myself down. It worked a little but not enough. My hands began shaking and I lifted my head up. The kitchen was blurry from my tears but I managed to make my way over to a bar stool next by the island and sit down.

I wiped my eyes with my sleeve and got off the bar stool. I walked over to the cupboard and got a glass down. My hands were shaking vigorously and I was terrified I would drop it. I turned the tap on and held the glass with 2 hands as I filled it up about half way. I switched the tap off before slowly bringing the glass to my lips. The water was like a knife cutting through me as it ran down my throat. It was ice cold and made me shiver.

I felt my legs go wobbly and quickly stumbled back to the bar stool so I didn't fall over. Carefully, I placed the glass down on the marble top of the island and put my head in my hands again. I breathed in and out like I had just a few moments ago but this time it didn't do anything. More tears escaped my eyes. I had no idea what was going on but I knew I didn't like it one bit.

"Lily? Are you ok?" Niall's voice echoed through the kitchen. I didn't look up or reply, I just stayed with my head buried in my hands.

I heard his footsteps getting closer and started panicking about how I was going to explain why I was crying so much because I honestly didn't know myself.

"Lily, what's wrong?" his voice was soft and calm but it didn't make me calm.

I shook my head slightly hoping he could see what I was doing because I still had my head in my hands.

"Hey, talk to me," he said to me quietly. One of his big hands rubbed my back and I went stiff. I usually relaxed at his touch but for some reason I didn't this time. My hands started shaking even more and I couldn't get them to stop.

"I don't feel to good," I squeaked. My head had started throbbing and I felt like I could throw up any second.

"It's OK, I'm here," Niall said. His voice was soothing but not nearly as much as I needed. I shook my head gently again and his hand moved off my back.

I forced myself to lift my head up and look at him. His hoodie had disappeared leaving him in a plain white t-shirt. He was at on the bar stool next to me, looking at me with worried eyes. I knew I looked like shit from all my crying but I didn't care. I turned towards him and leaned forward into his shoulder.

"I don't feel to good," I repeated. I didn't know what else to say. My throat was dry and I needed a drink but my hands were shaking so much I didn't dare pick up the glass. I wanted to ask why he hadn't called me for 2 weeks. I wanted to know what had kept him from talking to his girlfriend who he said he loved.

"Shhh, your OK," Niall's soft, beautiful voice whispered into my hair. His hand began stroking my hair and I didn't stiffen up this time. Instead I shut my eyes and focused on his warmth and gradually my breathing steadied. My hands stopped shaking and my head stopped hurting. I wanted to stay with my head on Niall's chest forever but as he noticed me calming down he spoke.

"Tell me, please," he said quietly not wanting to make me cry again. I'm not sure how but he knew something was bothering me and it was clear that he was desperate to know what.

I racked my brain for a reason of why I had gotten so upset over a tiny thing. It took me a good 5 minutes before it hit me. And suddenly it all made more sense about why I had gotten so upset.