He Tells A Story

Mist's POV





I walk down the hallway, thinking of where I will find Niall, when I see Harry on his knees talking to a little girl.

"Harry!" I wave at him to catch his attention.

He looks up from the little girl and stands back on his feet, giving me a bright dimpled smile.

That's one thing I've always loved about Harry; the smile that is always on his face. Sometimes I wonder if his face isn't hurting from all the smiling.


"What's up?" He asks as soon as I reach him and the little girl.

The girl's mom calls for her and she waves shyly at Harry before running over to her mom.


Harry offers her a smile before turning his attention to me.


"Where can I find Niall?" I ask him.

His face turns to confusion but he walks back to the opposite of the way I came from and signals for me to join him.


I jog after him and slow my pace as soon as I reach him.


"Why?" He quietly asks with the same frown from a few seconds ago.

"I need to talk to him.." I quietly inform him.

We come to a stop in front of a hotel room and he turns to me before opening the door.


"He's a mess, you might not like what you're going to see, Mist," he informs me before slowly opening the door of the hotel room.

It can't be that bad, can it?


The door swings open and I step into the room; the smell of alcohol and weed filling my nostrils whilst the sound of female laughter fills my ears.

I follow the sound of the laughter and end up in the living room.

Harry was right, I do not like what I see.


Niall is sitting on the couch with 3 girls next to him and two girls on the floor. He has a joint in his left hand and a bottle of beer in the other.


"Who's this?" One of the girls on the floor asks, nodding to me.

"Probably just one of my-" he stops mid sentence after turning around and seeing me.


The smirk that was on his face is now replaced by a frown and his sparkling eyes show nothing but fear.


"Mist?" He slowly calls my name as he stands up from the couch.

He places his beer bottle on the coffee table and hands the joint to the girl that was on his right.


The girls give me disgusted looks whilst Niall slowly makes his way to me.


I'm having second thoughts about talking to him about Yaden, after seeing what I just saw.


"You know what," I breathe out a laugh. "Forget it," I mutter as I throw my hands in the air and walk back to the door.


Harry stands next to the door shaking his head. He knows better than to tell me to stay, so he opens the door for me to walk out.


I softly thank him as I walk out of the door.

"Mist wait!" Niall calls after me.

I can tell that he's right behind me, his voice is loud even though he's talking soft.


"Wait?" I turn around and lift an eyebrow. "I actually wanted to talk to you about your son, but seeing you with weed, beer and fucking girls in bikini's trying to claw their way into your pants, I definitely don't want you anywhere near my son!" I snap at him as I put my hands on my hips.

"Mist, I-"

I cut him off mid sentence with a laugh.


"Take me to court, Niall," I throw my hands in the air in surrender. "I really don't give a fuck anymore. I'll tell the judge all about your little party in there," I point back to the hotel room. "And I'm sure that they won't allow you near him either!" I give him a sarcastic smile before turning around to walk back to my hotel room.

Before I can take a step forward, a hand is felt on my arm.

"Listen to me God dammit!" Niall shouts. "Listen to me!"


I turn around and pull my arm away from his grip.

"Enlighten me!" I throw my hands in the air again before placing them firmly on my hips.

"What do you expect me to do, Mist?" He lowers his voice; clearly trying his best to stay calm in the situation.


"I meet my son, and I'm not allowed to be a part of his life. I see the girl I love with another man and it's killing me! Then my fucking son calls him dad!?" He raises his voice again before closing his eyes to take a few deep breaths.

"You fucked up Niall, this is all your fault!" I snap at him.


He takes a step closer to me before shaking his head.

"I messed up, Mist. I know that," he calmly tells me; the sadness clear in his voice and eyes.


"But I was young and stupid and I only thought about myself. I made a mistake, Mist, don't we all?" He pauses, waiting for an answer.

I don't give him one except for the small movement my head makes to signal that he can continue.

Does he really regret that he wanted me to get rid of Yaden?


"I still love you, like I always have Mist. And after seeing my son," he swallows hard before continuing. "I need him. And I need you. I can prove myself." He takes another step closer to me; he's only inches from my body at this moment.

I'm not ready to have him in my life yet, but I know that Yaden needs it.

"Please Mist," he puts his temple against mine whilst taking my hands in his.


I shake my head and move away from him. "I can't allow you in my life, Niall," my voice is close to a whisper, but he heard my words clear enough.

"I need Yaden and I need you," he takes another step closer to me.


I take another step back; desperate not to be close to him, knowing that I won't be able to refuse him once he's close to me, but my back meets the walls and I gulp.

His hands are placed at each side of my head and his body is pressed against mine before he whispers onto my mouth.

"I'll prove to you that I'm worthy of your love, and Yaden's too,"


I close my eyes at the feeling of his body, the sound of his voice and the warmness of his breath on my lips.

I would be lying if I said that I didn't miss this. But I can't give in to him, no matter how much I feel the need to let go and lower my walls.

"Niall," I breathe out before shaking my head. "I need time,"


His eyes burn into mine and in a split second, his lips are on mine. His lips move slowly and gently, the kiss is sweet and his lips soft. Without thinking, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me then kiss him back.

He breaks the kiss after a few seconds then burries his face in my neck.

"Please," he pleads.


I close my eyes and release a breath before wrapping my arms around his waist. I hold onto him as I listen to his heartbeat through his shirt. His heartbeat is fast, just like mine. I missed having him this close to me.

"We can start over again, Mist. Baby steps," he looks down at me with a smile, a smile that does wonders to my heart. "Just let me prove myself to you and Yaden,"

I take in his words but my thoughts come back to me and I push him away from my body.


"I can't have you in my life Niall, not yet," I quietly tell him.

His face holds the look of disappointment as he looks me in the eyes.

"And that means you and Yaden," he shakes his head.


Do I really have the strength to allow him in my life again? Yaden's as well? Can I really risk everything again? Will it even work out this time? Or is all of this just the alcohol speaking? Questions run through my mind.

"Prove yourself to me with Yaden," I offer him.

If he can prove himself to me with our son, then that's a start. Even if it doesn't work out for us, Yaden needs a father.


Niall's face lightens up and he smiles at me, but the smile fades as soon as it crept onto his face.


"What about that other guy?" He frowns.

I know he's referring to Josh, and I feel guilty for not thinking about him.


"I'll see how it goes Niall. Like I said, prove yourself to me with Yaden," I offer him a smile before turning to the hall to walk back to my room.

"Wait," he calls after me.

I turn around while he continues.


"When are you leaving?"

"Monday," I rub my arms, trying to keep the cold from creeping into my body.

He gives me nod and smiles. "I'll see you tomorrow," and with that, he walks into his hotel room again.


I turn around, releasing a deep breath.


While walking back to my hotel room, I let my thoughts take over.




What will I do about the thing with Josh? I can't just hurt him, he's been so good to me. But then again, I don't know him at all. But he seems to love Yaden.

Then Niall.. Am I really ready to allow him into Yaden's life? And mine too, for that matters.

The kiss, I've missed his lips on mine. But that kiss, we've shared it before. In fact, we've shared it a thousand times before. It's the kiss of lust, the kiss of passion, the kiss of love.

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