What We're Gonna Be- Niall Horan (Sequel to I Wanna Save You Tonight)

Chapter 8

*a few weeks later*

It was near Christmas now, and everything was going seemingly well. Chris and Mark dared not to go near me when I had one of the boys near me. I'd more than likely always have either Niall, Louis, Harry, Liam or even sometimes Zayn with me, so nothing would happen. I don't think it was going to stop Chris and Mark though. Everytime I saw them, they looked like they were planning something. I just ignored it. Natasha, Orla, Amy, Pippa and Emily were being amazing. This whole thing didn't turn out as bad as I thought it would be. The girls were just ring great, they'd help me and everything. Although, I hated the fact about how everything at the moment was revolved around me. I've never been a person who wants to be centre of attention.

It was the start of December, and me and Niall were putting up the Christmas tree. Aiden and Emily had gone out on a date, and we were both babysitting Samuel. They rarely got any time alone anymore, so we've offered to babysit and have him in my room for a while so they can sleep.

Samuel was sat in his playpen, happily watching some kids programme on the tv whilst me and Niall made a very pathetic attempt to get the tree straight. He was staggering around the living room, with a 10ft tree, trying to get it in the right place. It was very funny, just to watch him struggle with something like a tree.

"Niall, that's the perfect place! Leave the tree there!" I halted him, as the tree landed in the perfect place.

It was next to the tv, in the gap between the sofa.

Niall stepped back to admire his handiwork. I looked at him, he had pine needles all in his hair, and all over his clothes. I grabbed a large box and handed it to him.

"Lights and decorations," I smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek as he opened the lights.

We started to wrap the clear lights around the tree branches, until we ran out of lights to wrap.

"Where's the decorations?" He asked, wrapping his arms round my waist, kissing my neck.

"They're upstairs in my room, I'll take Samuel upstairs to bed, then I'll bring them down, okay?" I smiled, looking into his blue eyes.

"Okay, see you in a minute," he let go of my waist and sat down on the sofa, taking out his phone.

I walked over to Samuel's playpen and I picked him up and placed him on my waist.

"Come on then young man, lets get you to bed." I whispered, jogging up the stairs.

I quickly changed his nappy and put him in his pyjamas. I placed him in his cot next to my bed, gave him a kiss on his forehead and sat next to him for a while. My mind passed to the thoughts I had about him about a week ago. How he had no worries.

A tear slipped out of my eye, as I wiped it away quickly. I gently rocked the cot back and forth, but he seemed wide awake.

I heard a few footsteps coming up the stairs and Niall walked into the room.

"Are you okay babe? Why are you crying?" Niall asked, concerned.

"Oh nothing. Nothing," I stammered, wiping the remaining tears away from my face.

Niall sat down next to me and pulled me onto his lap.

"He won't go to sleep, he seems wide awake," I sighed.

"Let me hold you, for the last time. It's the last chance to feel again. But you broke me, now I can't feel anything. When I loved you, it's so untrue, I can't even convince myself. When I'm speaking, it's the voice of someone else. Oh, it tears me up, I try to hold on but it hurts too much, I try to forgive but it's not enough, to make it all okay. You can't play on broken strings, you can't feel anything. That your heart don't wanna feel, I can't tell you something that ain't real. Oh the truth hurts, and lies worse. How can I give anymore? When I love you a little less, than before," Niall soothingly sang. It sounded beautiful, and Samuel drifted right off. I knew Niall could sing, but I didn't know he could sing that well.