Happy Days

After Lindsey and her boyfriend move in together, she becomes worried that she isn't happy. But can she remember the good days to remind her why she agreed?


3. Too Close

I looked down at the razor on the ground.
Where do I put it? I thought to myself.

"Lindsey, can I come in?" I heard the door creak and felt a cold breeze rush though the thin curtain.

"Pass me my towel please." I shut off the water and took a deep breath, sticking my dripping wet hand out of the curtain waiting for the towel I left on the floor.

"You didn't have to get out ya'know, I was just worried when I didn't see you next to me when I woke up" Niall said, anxiously waiting for me on the opposite side of the curtain.
I pushed back the soft material and his face sank. The cold air chilled me to the bone, but that was the least of my worries.

"What's wrong?" I looked him dead in the eye and watched his eyes trail the outline of my face.
"Have- have you been crying? Christ Lindsey, your eyes are really red. I told you to talk to me. I- I need you to talk to me when you're upset. I can't loose you again!" He raised his voice and slammed his fist against the wall. "Talk to me, please." He whispered. "I'll be in the room," he pressed a soft kiss to my lips and I frowned.

It was too close, I could have gotten caught and the situation would have been worse. He could have seen the razor and thrown a fit. Maybe he'd leave me. Maybe he'd think I'm too much to take care of.

"Lindsey stop." I whispered to myself. I was letting the negative thoughts in again. What was wrong with me? Why did I constantly let my inner thoughts torture myself? I knew I should talk to someone, but it concerns me they might reject me because of how horrible my thoughts really are.
"Enough," I said. It was said loudly, Niall might have heard, but I didn't care.

I wiped my feet off on the soft carpet, a shade of blue that matched everything else in the room.
I wandered down the dark hall and looked back at the water trail of footprints I was leaving. "That's going to stain if it doesn't get cleaned up," I muttered to myself.

"Niall, can you help me real quick?" I yelled.
He instantly ran out of the room and bumped into me, not looking where he was going. "What's wrong, are you hurt?" He looked panicked.
"I'm fine. Can you clean up that puddle, I don't want it to ruin the new floor." He nodded and stared at the floor blankly.
"I'm locking the bedroom door, I need t-" he cut me off. "Leave it unlocked," he said defensively. "Please."
"Don't come in without knocking then." I laughed, for once feeling a bit happier about my living situation.

I loved Niall more than anything, I really did. When we first met I knew I loved him. I still do. But lately things have been, well, edgy. He gave me a promise ring and we decided to move in together, since after we met we we're inseparable. But there seems like something wrong, like he's not fully happy with us being together all the time.

"I love you," he said to me, his eyes lighting up like they used to. The blue brightened and shined like nothing I've ever seen before. The corners of his mouth tilted up and he couldn't help but chuckle a bit.

This was the boy I fell in love with.
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