Later that Day

Niall walked into the bedroom where I had been sat writing on my laptop, rushing to finish my project before the deadline.

"Dara we need to talk," there was something ominous about his voice and I looked at him with confusion, closing the laptop slowly and placing it to one side. Patting the space beside me, I indicated that he sat near me and I saw him consider the action in his head before shaking his head, "I want to stand for this."

"What's wrong Niall? Why have you been acting so weirdly?" There was tension in the room as I spoke, I knew he could feel it too. There was an unknown feeling that floated inside of me like a ghost, making me feel uneasy and apprehensive.

"Dara, I love you," he covered his mouth as if he hadn't planned to let it out and I sat stunned on the bed, of course I had an inclination that he had feelings for me but I never thought he loved me, "Sorry that wasn't supposed to come out like that. I had a whole speech that I was going to do.."

He came and sat down next to me, head in his hands as he muttered curse words at himself; I sat unsure of how to reply. Truth be told, I didn't know how I felt about Niall. Sometimes my feelings would be so intense I would have to restrain myself from saying something I would regret and sometimes I would see him as nothing more than a friend.

"Niall, I don't know what to say," I mumbled, unable to look at the boy in the eye without cracking, I needed to be strong. I knew that the minute I looked into his sad eyes, my heart would melt and I wouldn't be able to think rationally.

"Say how you feel about me," he whispered, his voice sounding strained and hoarse as if it was a struggle for him to speak.

"I don't know, I don't know! Don't ask me that!" I stood up, I felt afraid. I was scared of my own feelings, I was scared of the way I felt inside. Niall looked up in bewilderment, probably wondering why I was shouting at him; I didn't mean to yell at him, I was more yelling at myself.

"Dara, give me a simple yes/no answer, do you love me?" He got down on his knees at my feet, and held his hands together as he begged. I could see tears in the corners of his eyes, it was obvious that this wasn't how he had planned it to go in his head.

"No..." I closed my eyes and buried my face in my hands, feeling guilt as a heavy burden on my back. I hated the fact that I had hurt him- but I couldn't lie. I had feelings, but love was so strong that I knew it wasn't the way I felt about Niall.

"I'll just go then," he muttered, his voice breaking in the middle and he ran out of the room before I could even explain to him the confused I felt inside. Resting my head against the cold wall, I let tears pour down my face- I felt like a terrible human being.

I felt like giving up, despite the weeks that had passed I still was not adjusting well to this new life that had been given to me. Trusting strangers right from the start had made me weary of the whole thing, I needed to time to know who I was putting my faith into. Sitting down on the bed, I hugged a pillow as droplets of sadness fell; I told myself that the pregnancy was making me hormonal but I wasn't sure how long I could believe that lie.

Niall's POV

I had prepared myself for the pain of rejection, but nothing could compare to the way I felt. There was a burning sensation in my chest and I leaned against a wall, trying to slow my erratic breathing.

"You said you would take her answer," my subconscious whispered to me and I had to listen to it- I had told myself that it was Dara's choice.

I didn't care if anyone saw me as I crumpled to the floor, tears flowing at the rate of waterfalls; heartbreak wasn't something that I had felt quite so intensely. I really believed that Dara and I were soulmates, meant to be together. That it was God's doing that made us meet.

Nearly crawling to my music room, I lay on the floor covering my eyes with my hands; I didn't want to see anything except the darkness. The pain never ceased that day, it only grew and wavered as I lay helpless, unable to move. I didn't even have the willpower to pick up a pen and write down my feelings into a song which would have at least used the emotion for a good cause.

Rejection had immobilized me, and the hole in my chest made me feel like I wasn't living. I knew life without Dara wouldn't be one worth living, but I didn't know if I needed her love just much as I needed her presence to survive.

Sad chapter :( so Dara is confused and Niall is heartbroken- poor boy. I'm sure many people can relate to Niall's situation, I know I can.

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