The Next Day

Stretching my arms out, I forced myself out of bed and rubbed my eyes in a slight daze like state. Niall wasn't sharing a room with me, instead I saw a peaceful Zara sleeping and I smiled at my friend. She was one of those friends that you could depend on no matter the situation and I was so glad to have her in my life.

Throwing on a shirt and some jeans, I walked out of the room to go to breakfast when I noticed a familiar blonde haired boy coming towards me. Smiling I waved ay him slightly, only realising how dumb I looked after I had done it. He laughed loudly and I giggled nervously- why was I nervous around Niall? Shaking my head at my own stupidity I ran over to him and he bought me into a strong hug.

There was something about him that made me want him to hold me all day, I felt safe in his arms. Pulling away regretfully, I saw some change of emotion in his eyes and our laughter died down. There was this tension between us, not an awkward or uncomfortable tension but more of romantic tension. It was like neither of us wanted to admit that we had feelings for each other even though we could sense those feelings between us.

"Hey Dara, can I talk to you?" He asked quietly; it was obvious that he was trying to act casual but I noticed that he was playing with his hands- something he did when he was nervous.

Walking down the corridors, we entered Niall's room that he shared with Adam and I sat down on his bed. It smelt of him, and I had to restrain myself from absorbing myself in the duvet.

"Look Dara," he looked at the wall to avoid making eye contact with me, "I feel like there's some unspoken things between us..."

My heart was racing in my chest faster than it ever had, did he feel the same way as I did? Could he possibly still have those feelings for me?

"I feel the same," I breathed out, unable to say much else because I was so excited and nervous at the same time.

"I...I.." He stammered and I closed my eyes, waiting for him to say those three words I craved.

"Time to go to training kiddos, enough talking," another voice entered the room and I opened my eyes to see the face of Lance, smirking at us. Had he been listening all this time or was it simply pure chance that he interrupted us at a crucial point?

Slowly I stood up and Niall followed me out of the room, we both looked unhappy. So close, he was so close to admitting the way he felt about me! And then stupid Lance had to ruin it all!

Walking into the training room, I vaguely heard Lance spout some instructions about what we would be doing but I was too absorbed in how annoyed I was. A gun was placed in my hand and I simply cast it to the side, then sat down claiming to be tired. Soon I was sent back to bed, told to return when I was more awake. The last thing I saw when I walked out the training room were Niall's sad eyes.

Niall's POV

I was so close to telling her how I felt and then Lance had to ruin it. I was glad that we were doing training, it meant I could get my anger out. Bullet after bullet, I hit the bullseye of the target. I was so annoyed, I needed some sort of outlet.

When training was over, I went straight to the gym where I punched a boxing bag for a few hours until my muscles were so sore that I was forced to stop. Sitting down, I leant against a wall and placed my head in my hands. I had never felt the same intense emotion for anyone other than Dara.

All my life I had girls flinging themselves at me, I suppose that's what happens when you're part of a boy band. I rarely dated, and those relationships never felt like they were anything but friendships. But with Dara, I felt like I loved her. I wanted to be with her every second of the day, I wanted to tell her that I loved her everyday!

Placing my head in my hands, I tried to calm my emotions.

"I'll tell her soon," I whispered to myself before getting up to go to bed- it had been a long, stressful day.

As always my dreams were filled of Dara, recollections of the past and the occasional nightmare. I always used to like dreaming, it was some sort of outlet from the world but I hated the nightmares. My nightmares would be filled with pictures of the mutants, sometimes they would grab hold of me, sometimes they would get hold of Dara.

But the nightmares were always better than remembering the past, re-watching the deaths of my friends and family. I could see my family burning in a fire that consumed them, I was so helpless- I couldn't save them. And my friends, my best friends, I remembered seeing them die slowly of disease while I stood by there bedsides wearing a surgical mask. Why was I the lucky one? Why did I survive?

A small Niall POV there just to mix things up a bit! So Niall and Dara almost confessed their feelings for each other but then Lance ruined it all :/

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