Still
the
One
Chapter Twelve
“You can what?” Zayn asked.
“Talk to the dead,” I said and everyone nodded.
“So, like how do you talk to them?” Louis asked.
“I don’t know,” I sighed, sitting down.
“But it makes me feel crazy all the time.”
I felt tears sting the corners of my eyes.
“It’s like the worst anxiety ever all the
time,” I said. “I didn’t know what was causing
it, but now that I do it’s worse.”
I started to cry and then excused myself. I ran down the hallway
and into the bathroom. I stood against the door when someone
lightly knocked.
“Andrew, Andrew it’s me,” Niall’s voice
said softly and quietly.
I opened the door and he walked in, closing it behind him.
“Andrew,” he said. “Princess you’re
shaking.”
He wrapped his arms around me and I buried my head in his
neck.
“I’m sorry,” I said and he backed away a bit so
he could look at me.
“Sorry for what?” he asked.
“Being me,” I said and Niall sighed.
NIALL’S POV
“Why are you sorry for that?” I asked as Andrew
looked up at me.
“I’m just, I don’t know,” she said and I
shook my head.
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” I said
and she looked at her feet. “Eight years I waited to hold
you like this. It is far too late for you to try and convince me
you aren’t perfect.”
She chuckled and I smiled.
“What do you say, tonight once everyone’s asleep, we
can go out back on the trampoline and try not to kill each
other,” I said and Andrew laughed.
“Why would we be trying to kill each other?” she
asked.
“Me and you, on a trampoline, I obviously weigh twice as
much as you do,” I said and she laughed.
“This is gonna be interesting,” she said and I
laughed, lightly kissing her and then someone knocked on the
door.
“It’s me,” Maggie’s voice said.
“Lauren just called. The child service people found
you.”
Author's Note
This is a really short chapter but it's about to get really
long and complicated so this is actually a good place to stop.
What do you think's going to happen to Andrew? How much is
she hiding and who has she been hiding from? For how
long?
