Holding On

Rose, the word ponders around my crammed mind and all it ever picks out is the color red. Red, the color of love, anger, blood. My name is inexplainable. My life, was inexplainable, until I met him.

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24. The Bright Side of Things

I sat staring at Niall with a blank expression for ages. How could he love me? We just met and I'm going to have to leave eventually.

"Niall..." I began, but he just shook his head slowly and cupped his face.

"You don't feel the same...I understand." A part of me wanted to embrace Niall and never let him out of my reach, but another part of me was confused, uncertain of how this would affect our friendship.

I fought down every urge that wanted me to comfort Niall. It would make the situation even more awkward then it was.

"D-don't cry Niall! Please!" I could tell he was fighting back the tears, but the battle came to a close.

"I'm just confused Niall! Please!" I cracked. I couldn't sit here watching one of my closest friends break and not do anything about it.

I grabbed him and held his head to my chest as he wept.

"Shh...Niall please it's okay I promise." I cooed, he continued to moisten my sweatshirt.

"I-just, you don't understand! I want to care for you and be there to catch you when you fall, but every time you fall it's always someone else that beats me! I just want someone that I can call my own, that I can treat like a princess and spend every hour with! Take care of her when she's sick, and show her just how beautiful she is! I try Rose but I can't help fight back the feelings that it's you, Rose, it's you!" By now Niall was bawling. I could feel the tears begin to swell in my eyes, causing me to squeeze them shut and nibble on my lower lip.

"Niall...listen to me..." I began as my breathing slowed down. I picked his head up off of my chest, and held it in front of me.

His eyes and nose were puffy and red, and his blonde hair was a tangled mess. Tears tumbled down his jawline, collapsing at his chin. He was sniffling, and his lips were trembling.

"This is very overwhelming for me, but thank you for telling me how you feel. Who knows what the future holds? Maybe we will have something...but for now I just really need to get to know you more. Maybe on tour we can do so?" I whispered to him assuringly, wiping away the remaining tears with my thumb.

"Y-yea." Niall mumbled, wiping his face on his arm. He ruffled his hands through his hair, and took deep breaths.

"I'm sorry for dumping all of this on you. Its just been building up, you know?" He stated, regaining the lost eye contact.

"I understand completely, Niall. I actually am very flattered..." I smiled shyly.

"Oh, well then that's a plus." He giggled cutely in his thick Irish accent.

"So, now that things are okay again, want to make breakfast for the house?" I smirked.

"Ohhh, okay." He returned the sly smile. We both knew exactly what we were thinking.

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