The Fallen Wall
I slowly open my eyes, sighing loudly as I feel someone shaking me awake.
"What!" I snap, sitting up and looking right into Janice's face. "What! What do you want!?"
"Why did you do that!?"
I think back to last night, how Niall tried to lift me into the bloody car, and the look on his face as I walked away with that wanker Lucas.
"I was mad!"
"That's not an excuse!"
"I know." I mumble.
"Then what are you going to do about it?"
I turn to look at my clock and nearly pop a vessel, "Who in the bloody hell let you into this house at seven in the morning!"
"Dad's up already?"
"...Niall...may be...over...." She says slowly.
"What!?" I get up quickly, running around my room grabbing clothes and brushing my hair in front of my mirror. "Why is he here!?"
"Emma, Seriously? You ran off with Lucas, we didn't even know if you got home safe because you didn't have the decency to call either of us." She says it in that infuriatingly rational tone, and I resist kicking her out of my room.
"What do you mean we." I say turning away from my mirror and facing her.
"Really?" She says rolling her eyes, "We were worried. We didn't know if you came home safe."
I look at her from top to bottom, she couldn't have spent all night with Niall. She was wearing different clothes and it looked as if she had slept.
She sighs loudly, already knowing what thoughts were running rampant in my mind, "I went home, Emma. He dropped me off last night and picked me up on his way here.:
"Okay." I breathe in relief, turning back to the mirror and picking up mascara. "Did Niall say anything to you?"
Her lips fall into a frown, "Nothing."
"Not a word?"
"Not a word."
Niall was not the type to keep his emotions silent. When something infuriated him or made him unbelievably happy, everyone within a two mile radius would know.
So what could this silence mean?
"You should go downstairs." Janice says pointing towards the door.
I put down the makeup and take a deep breath before stepping towards its direction, "Yeah, I should."
For the first time dad and Niall were not speaking loud enough for me to conveniently overhear from my perch on the wooden staircase. All that could be heard, in fact, were low murmur. Not a single word could be made out.
My hands tremble as I hold onto the railing, I'm not quite sure what is going to happen.
I feel Janice's small hand upon my back, gently pushing me forward, "It'll be okay." She whispers.
"And if it's not?"
"Then I'll be here waiting for you."
I smile wearily to myself before taking a deep breath and stepping forward off the final step.
"Oh, good morning, baby." Dad says with a tired smile.
"Morning." I say trying to force a smile upon my own face.
Dad looks at Niall with a furrowed brow, not quite understanding why hadn't greeted me yet. Niall looks up at dad and rolls his eyes slightly, "Good morning Emma Grace."
Emma Grace? Really?
I go about my business, pouring my cup of coffee and putting some plates in the sink. It seemed as if mum hadn't woken up yet, and I knew for sure Ollie hadn't.
"Emma, I think your Uncle Niall deserves an apology." Dad says as I grab my mug. I almost drop it out of pure astonishment.
Dad looks at me, a very confused look upon his face, "Emma, you ditched him even after he went to pick you up. He was worried about you. The least you can do is say you're sorry so we can move on with our lives."
"He tried to force me into the bloody car, I'm not saying I'm sorry."
"That's all good and well then." Niall says getting up from his seat and pushing it in, "Harry thank you for breakfast."
"Hey! Hold on now, this can't end like this." Dad says looking at Niall. "What's wrong with you mate, it's not like she hasn't pulled something like this before. At least that lad Lucas brought her home."
"Lucas is a bloody stranger, what if he had done something to her? What if she didn't make it home?"
"Niall." Dad says trying to calm him down, "She's here. She's okay. She won't do it again."
I shake my head and roll my eyes. This was ridiculous, did he seriously only come here to do this? To get me in trouble with dad?
"Emma, say you're sorry." Dad says trying to reason with me.
"Why? Give me one good reason why."
Dad simply looks at me and says, "Because we're family, and we love each other."
I sigh loudly as I turn to look at Niall. He meets my gaze for the first time today.
"I'm sorry." I whisper.
Niall stays quiet. It's only seconds that pass, but the silence is enough to make my stomach turn in fear of rejection.
"Me too, princess." Niall finally says.
Dad smiles, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards them, "Give him a hug now."
I look at Niall awkwardly, feeling guilty for I had done. I was not quite sure if he would allow me to embrace him. I didn't want to push it, I didn't even know if he had really forgiven me or if he had just done it for dad's sake.
I look up at him through my eyelashes, and he smiles slightly with extended arms. As dad steps aside and lets us embrace I can't help but think that he's inevitable. It didn't matter how much we fought, or how bad it got, we loved each other.
How to define that love though, would be a whole other problem.
But for now, in the safety of his arms if only for a second, I feel as if the wall that had been built between us had finally fallen.
After Janice had left and dad and Niall continued their chat downstairs, I found myself in my room looking at the paper planes that dad had painted on my walls long ago. I couldn't help but think about what dad had told me when I asked him about them a long while ago.
"We had learned to fly together, but we went in different directions."
It made me question fate, how could two people who so clearly loved each other, have to be separated? How could fate be so cruel? Dad never even got to speak to my real mother one last time, he'd been haunted by that for so long.
Regrets are perhaps one of my greatest fears, having seen my dad battle them for years on end. I don't want to regret anything, especially if it had to do with Niall.
I look up, interrupted from my thoughts from the person who was constantly in them.
Niall leans upon the door frame, looking at me questioningly.
"I think we need to have a proper talk."
"I would agree."
I sit up upon my bed and pat the spot next to me.
"After all that happened, you think this is appropriate?" He asks with a tinge of sarcasm.
"Would you just sit down."
He approaches me cautiously, sitting down upon the quilted bedspread only mere inches away from me.
He stays silent, as I cross my legs and let them dangle off the side of the bed. I nervously start to fidget, the silence far too long and too much for me to handle.
"Would you quit it!" He says loudly, placing a hand upon mine.
His warmth radiates and he is slow to remove his hand from mine. I almost wish he hadn't.
He looks down at where his hand once was and sighs loudly. For the first time he looks directly at me, his blue eyes clouded with a doubt I had never seen before. His silence, his eyes, his very being unnerves me.
When he finally speaks, it's in a low voice,"Emma?"
"What are we going to do, princess?"