The Final Leg - Book 4

Chapter 22

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm really, really, really excited for this chapter because something very very very important happens and ahhhh I really hope you like the way I did it! Let me know what you think and enjoy xx (i haven't checked over this yet so there will be heaps of spelling mistakes oops)

"Hi mum," I whisper with my knees tucked to my chest. My knuckles were almost white from how hard I was clenching onto the gun Zayn had given me. My throat was almost dry, and everything I had been worrying about for the last few weeks suddenly sunk in. This was it.

"I-I just wanted to call and say that I'm doing well." My voice was weak, and rather shaky. "I miss you and dad, you know? I really, really miss you."

"Niall, sweetheart, I'd love to stay and talk but I'm about to head into a meeting right now." She says pointedly with a pinch of empathy in her voice. "You can leave a message with my assistant if you want."

"B-But I thought we could maybe talk, I miss you-"

"That's nice honey, now I really have to go. My school's treasurer is here." She replies, and I compress the gun tighter. "But please do leave a message with my assistant."

"Okay then." I whisper back. "I love-"

"Alright, goodbye sweetheart!"

And she hung up leaving my heart beating increasingly fast in my chest. I had never felt so weak before in all of my life, and I knew that there was a certain pang of regret in me that I picked up the phone and took the time to even call my mother throughout a time like this.

"I love you." I mutter, knowing she wouldn't care. She never showed interest in me, and when I felt in my bones that this was the beginning of the judgment of my fate, she missed her chance to even listen to me.

I shouldn't have been so surprised.

"... Give her a kiss for me." I hear Harry somehow chuckle out of the slightly cracked doorway. "Yes, yes Louis is wearing the shirt you bought him, mum."

I sighed longingly. It seemed like Harry really did have the best of everything. Besides the few riffs he and his husband had occasionally, they were the perfect couple with the world in common, his relationship with his parents – despite their divorce – was seamless, he had a beautiful daughter and the world seemed to be in his favour.

"Alright. I'll tell Zayn that you said 'Hi.' Mum- Yes, he's being safe. I promise." He chuckles once more. "I'll tell him that too. Yes, alright, alright, uh-huh, I will, I love you too. Yes, I love you too. Okay, good-bye!"

I couldn't help but let out a small smile

"God that woman can talk Tomlinson." I hear him mutter, and my eyebrow rises through the darkness. They were building up their recent fight and I couldn't be happier for them. If they ever broke up I would lose all faith in relationships.

"Get your gun ready. We're about to go to war." Louis murmurs in reply.

"Shall we go and send some assholes to their graves?" I hear Harry retort, and amidst the truth to it, Louis chuckled.

"I'm right behind you."

Footsteps pad down the hallway of Zayn's house and I gulped to myself, standing up from the awkward position I was in on the floor.

"Blondie, you coming?" Harry peeps through the door, that always positive grin on his face.

"Uh yeah... I'm coming." I smiled tenderly, and walk out of the bedroom toward him.