NiallWhoransLeftShoe
- Reads 4,248
- Votes 324
- Parts 51
𝗜𝗻𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 (𝗮𝗱𝗷.)
𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁, 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹, 𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀
──── ୨୧ ────
Now, sitting here beside Niall, I realize he doesn't know that. He doesn't know that I carry that song like a bruise. He doesn't know why I felt the need to change the subject so bad on Friday night when he played that song by the fire. He just knows me as the girl who laughs when he tickles her and spins on gym mats.
And maybe that's... okay. I'm much more okay with him seeing me as that kind of person, because to him I'm not broken or bruised. I'm just normal. I've never been normal before.
Because for the first time in a long time, the memory of Micah doesn't hurt as much. It's still there - it always will be - but it feels softer around the edges.
Niall shifts beside me, his voice breaking through the haze. "You ever get that feeling like... you're right where you're supposed to be?"
I look over at him, his face flushed, eyes tired but bright.
"Sometimes," I whisper.
He smiles faintly. "Yeah. Me too."
We lie there a little longer, not saying much. The lights flicker slightly overhead.
I believe, that everything happens for a reason.
I am meant to be here.
For some reason.