Forever Mine [L.P] *Sequel*

"We ended up going in and we sat there for like five minutes in a cold dead silence...and they had nothing to say but, 'so, you guys found out?'."

"Which is what set me off from the start," Niall said. I nodded. "So, we ask them the reason, got no answer, like normal. And it's just ridiculous because we're 20 year old adults, they keep us secret once again. We found one another ourselves, that's one less thing they've gotta do!" Niall ranted.

He was beginning to lose control. "Niall," I said, to stop him.

"And Dad didn't even tell mom about her damn health issues! Dad's just an asshole!" He continued.

"Niall!" I said again, trying to get him to stop.

"Then my dad wants to say that I can't cuss in front of his family-"

"Niall!"

"BULLSHIT!" Niall shouted again, slamming his fist on the side table. "TWO FUCKING DECADES FOR WE'RE SORRY AND 'WE NEVER TOLD YOU CAUSE' AND IT'S COMPLETE AND UTTER BULLSHIT! FAMILY DOES NOTHING LIKE THAT! I SWEAR TO GOD, AT THIS POINT THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE A DAMN FAMILY IN ME!"

"NIALL!" I shouted. He finally stopped ranting as the room was just staring at Niall in sorrow. I was right when I told Jesse he took this shit harder than I did. And he took it deeper.

I grabbed his wrist to and he sat back down, trying to relax. "All of it happened to you and I was never the one who could help. All for Dad's bullshit. He never cared and he barely acted like it. Because ever since that damn split, he thinks his control has went up to space that he can control everything in your daily life and not give a fuck," Niall said, calmer but sternly. I looked at his hand, and it was shaking. I was hesitant to touch him because I knew he wasn't trembling. I knew he was trying to control himself from hitting me or anything else.

"But it's over. It doesn't matter," I told him. It was like we were alone in the room because nobody else was saying anything.

"Kayla, he would have let you die from not caring about that damn eating disorder you went through, not to mention-" I stopped him right there, because I knew what he was going to say. But the thing is, nobody in the room knew. Not Liam. Not Jesse.

"But I'm not dead, Niall! It's over!" I told him. He squeezed his fist and I moved away, not wanting to get hit. "Yes, dad is an asshole. But at this point in time, it's not gonna matter. Because look where we stand. And look where I stand!" I said. "I wouldn't be here with you guys if it wasn't for Jesse taking me with him to New York. I wouldn't be person I am without you. I wouldn't be marrying Liam if it wasn't for you!" I reminded him.

"Niall, none of what happened was your fault!" Jesse joined in, trying to help. Even though Niall and Jesse have gotten to know each other over the year, I don't think Niall has gotten through with him all the way yet.

Niall began to shake more, so he stood up and walked away to Liam's basement. I turn and look at Liam. "Hope you got another punching back down there," I told him. Liam shrugged and left Niall to do what he needed.

"I'll go talk to him," Jesse said, standing.

"I wouldn't do that! He'll hit you," Zayn warned. Jesse shook his head.

"I'll be fine." Jesse continued to walk to the basement door.

"Jess," I said stopping him. He turned and faced me. "Don't hurt my brother," I said, knowing good and well that if he does hit Jesse, Jess won't hesitate to hit back.

"I'm not gonna hurt your brother." Jesse opened the door and walked down the steps and I sat back into Liam's side as he rubbed my shoulder.

"I knew this wasn't a good idea," I mumbled. "He's never gonna forgive himself."