Letting Go

Alex has been in love with Niall since they were twelve years old. Little does Alex know that he feels the same. Will they finally become a couple? Will Niall's upcoming fame tear them apart? Will this turn into a happy ending, or become and unforgettable tragedy?


19. MAYBE.

Me and Niall finished eating and left the diner, still hand in hand. I heard Niall's phone ring and turned to see him pull it out.

"Hello?" He said into the phone. I looked over at all the people walking down the street. Everything seemed so, perfect.

"Yeah, we're on our way home right now. See you there." Niall says hanging up the phone and slipping it back into his pocket. The sun was starting to set and the sky was pink with a few clouds here and there. It was still warm outside as we reached our street. We walked past a few houses until we reached mine. When we walked in I spotted Louis on the floor and Zayn, Harry, and Liam laughing like idiots.

"What happened to Lou?" Niall asked laughing.

"He took a ttumble." Zayn could barely blurt because he was laughing so hard. I started laughing and walked over to help him up.

"So how was your date?" Liam asked raising his eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. I sat on the sofa next to Zayn, who was on his phone. Probably texting Perrie. Me and Zayn were the closest out of the rest of the boys, not including Niall of course. I could talk to him about anyting, and he was always there to talk to.
I took out my phone and noticed another text from Harry.

"Meet me in the room, we need to talk." I looked up from my phone and searched for Harry, who sitting on the counter top. He was staring back at me with his phone in his hands. He jumped off the counter and jogged upstairs. Should I talk to him? I asked myself. I sat there for a minute thinking until I finally just got up and walked up the stairs.
I turned a corner once I got up the staris and turned the knob on my pink door. I opened the door and stepped into my  room. I spotted Harry sitting on my bed, he was looking back at me. I sat next to him on the bed.

"What did you want?" I asked looking at him.

"Well, it's just that.. I really like you." He starts. I get up and cross my arms,

"Harry, I'm with Niall and I'm happy and so is he. Why are you trying to ruin you and Niall's friendship?" He looks up at me and looks back at the floor.

"I'm sorry.. I'm so stupid. I just can't help the way I feel about you." I look down at him, he had hurt in his eyes. I cleared my throat and looked at him. Although I didn't want to ruin things between me and Niall, I felt bad for Harry. I couldn't stand hurting people. I sat down and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Harry, you're a great person, and I love having you around, but I just don't feel that way about you." He looks at me and his eyes start to water, I already knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to make me feel sorry for him, but it wasn't going to work. I'm not that vulnerable.

"I understand." He chokes.

"I'm glad we got to talk this out." I smile at him before getting up and walking out the room. From the top of the stairs I looked at the rest of the boys who were laying on top of blankets on the floor. Liam was fixing another blanket on the arm of the couch, making a small tent.

"Can someone tell me what you guys did to my living room?" I say walking down the stairs. I stand at the edge of the stairs and lean on the banister.

"Well we just thought it would be a good idea to build a club house and just tell scary stories all night." Liam says looking at me. I laugh and go to sit next to Niall on the blanket. He puts his arm around me and I kiss him on the cheek. I hear footsteps and turn around to see Harry coming down the stairs. He asks the same question I did and walks over to sit next to Louis.The boys finsih making the club house. It took up my whole living room, and was big enough for the six of us. We turned off every light in the house and it was pitch black. Zayn turned on a small lamp and set it in the midddle of us. The lamp was dim, but allowed us to still see our faces. Niall walked in with pop corn, chips, and sodas. He sat next to me and we all started chatting.

"Were's Lou?" I ask looking around for him. 

"Bathroom I think." Zayn says looking around.

"So i got the perfect story to tell you guys." Zayn says with an up-to-no-good smile on his face. Niall cuddles me and looks over to Zayn.

"Let us hear it."

"Okay, here it goes." Zayn says holding a small flashlight under his chin.

"One day, over a hundred years ago, in this very neighborhood lived a man who went by the name of, William Shepard. He was a mysteriopus old man. He hated children and was constantly spotted looking out his window at everybody. Nobody liked this man, but they didn't know the secret he kept from everyone. At the age of 34, he went completly mad. He turned into a sick man, he murdered young children. Some say because when he was younger he was bullied and abused everyday of his life, it drove him insane. One day the man decided to burn this very house down because he thought the people were trying to kill him. He planned everything precisley and carefully. He'd sneak over in the middle of the night and catch the place on fire. The clock struck 2 am, and he was asurred everyone was alseep. He grabbed his lit lantern and headed over to this house. Unfortunatley, he mad a costly mistake. While lighting his lantern, a bit of fluid spilt on his shirt without him knowing. He headed over to the house and started work. He didn't realize the owner sitting on the porch, as he attempted the arson. The owner ran over to William and fought him for the lantern. William struggled and the latern fell on his shirt. The fluids on his shirt caused him to catch on fire. The owner of the house watched as Shepard burnt alive. A few days after that the family in this house at that time mysteriously passed away. No one knew how, or what caused it."

Zayns story was starting to scare me. I held Niall and he held me tight. Louis was still gone. I turned to Zayn who was still telling his story.

"A few more years later another family moved in. A few months passed and they to died. It was a repeating cycle, in this very house. They say the night of the mysterious deaths, theres a dark figure that enters the house. Could this be the old man seeking revenge?"

"MAYBE" Louis screams barging into the club house. I scream at the top of my lungs and jump into Niall's lap.

"You scared the living shit out of me Lou!" I yelled as the boys erupted in laughter. My heart was racing. I put my head into Nialls chest and he kisses my forehead.

"You okay babe?" He laughs at me.
I look up at him and laugh. Zayn looks over at me still laughing.

"That's just the reaction I hoped for!" He says.

"You guys are assholes!" I say looking over to Louis who had his head on Harry's shoulder, he was laughing hard.

"Okay Lou, it's not that funny." I say to him. He stops laughing and rests his legs on Harry's lap.
I look over at Liam who was surprisingly fast asleep.

"Let's draw on his face." Niall suggests holding up a black sharpie. I laugh and agree.

"Lets do it!" I say. We crawl over to Liam and start drawing and writing on his face. He starts to wake up and me and Niall scramble back to our spots. He lifts his head up and we all erupt in laughter.

"What is so funny?' He asks looking around at us. Niall drew a penis across his forehead, and I wrote

"Yum." on both his cheeks. He pulled out his phone to see his reflection.

"Really? A penis?" He says with a mad expression on his. We all laugh at him as he walks to the retsroom to wash it off.
We all continue to talk in the tent for the rest of the night and end up falling asleep in there as well.

Things actaully seemed back to normal, well everything was normal. All that drama never actually happened, and I hoped it wouldn't. This is the life I wished for in my vision, and I had it. I couldn't be happier.

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