FOREVER [Niall Horan] ✔

Chapter 70.

"I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees." -Twenty love poems and a song of despair by Pablo Neruda

Ana's POV

The October breeze hits my face and I contently sigh, leaning against Niall's chest as we stand in the balcony. His arms around me tighten and I hum in satisfaction. His chin is resting on top of my head and I feel his constant kisses there. I turn around in his arms and he removes his hand from around my waist before keeping them against the railing, caging me in between his arms. I wrap my arm around his neck and play with his hair at the nape and he broadly smiles at me, making me forget about things that were previously going on in my mind.

"I was thinking about going to work today," I announce. It's been a few days since my encounter with Tyler but Niall didn't want me to go to the Gallery even though he hasn't tried to contact me again. I understand why he's so worried about me going out and as much as I like staying home with Niall, I can't just be here and do nothing. Even Niall didn't go to his office the past few days, claiming that he didn't have much work but I know he was lying and I hate that he did it because of me.

His grip on the railing loosens before he drops his hands to his sides. He furrows his eyebrows and dubiously looks at me. "No, you're not going." He shakes his head before turning on his heels and walking back inside the room, not waiting for me to say anything.

I follow him inside and see him sitting on the bed, engaged on his phone. "Don't tell me what to do," I scoff and he looks up from his phone, a scowl on his face.

"I said that you're not going," He repeats. "And I'm in no mood to argue with you so please don't," He says before staring at his phone again.

"So what do you want me to do, sit in your house and do absolutely nothing?" I throw my hands in the air and he looks at me. "I don't want to be scared of him anymore, alright?" I scoff. "I'm fucking tired of it!"

"I told you that I'm taking care of it! Why can't you just fucking listen to me for once!" He yells and I flinch at the intensity of his voice. "Are you so dumb that you can't even understand that much?" I disbelievingly look at him and let out another scoff, offended by his words. A flash of regret crosses his eyes and he takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry- I didn't mean it."

"No, you did," I say before walking out of the room and hear him follow me. I really am hurt by his words and I just don't want to look at him. With us being in the same house, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to resist.

"Where are you going?" He asks and holds my wrist to stop my movements before I jerk my hand from his grip.

"To my house," I reply and he frowns. "I want to be alone right now." I sigh. I don't know why I said it even though I didn't plan to go to my house until now.

"What? This is your house," He complains and I shake my head, biting the inside of my cheeks as he continues to stare at me. "We live together!"

"I have to go, I need space," I say even though I don't mean it. I don't need space, I just want to be away because I'm very mad at him, firstly, for yelling at me and telling me what to do and secondly, for calling me dumb. "I'm leaving."

"I'll drop you," He divulges after a few seconds in a small voice and my heart breaks a little, hearing the pain in his voice but I don't let it show.

"Okay," I say, just because I know that he let me go alone, and walk out of the house, Niall following me.

The ride to my house is very awkward and silent. The air is so thick, I can cut it with a knife. Niall doesn't even look at me during the whole ride and I don't even feel bad to have ruined his mood because that's how mad I am. I don't say anything about it and stare out of the car. The car soon comes to a stop and I realise that we have reached. He doesn't speak anything or even spares me a glance as I bounce my legs. Not having anything to say, I sigh and open the door, ready to leave until his voice stops me.