Waking up I felt really bad, not just physically or emotionally, mentally. My knuckles really hurt, I can't imagine how Nialls face feels. Niall. It hurts to think his name. I'd gone through so much shit in the last 10 years, you'd think my best friend, ex- best friend, would try to make it better, not fuel to make it worse. A knock at the door caused me to fake sleep, I had insisted Zayn sleep at least on the couch, and id let my entire 'staff' have the night off, AND given it was three in the morning there was a chance it was Niall. But I guessed wrong, it was Eleanor, "you up?" She loudly whispered from across the room. "No" I muttered, twisting and turning so I was on my front side, hugging my pillow. "Lier" she said In a normal volume-ed voice. "Yaa" i responded. "You need to take your meds." She yawned. Coming over to my bed she handed me a pill and a glass. I put the tablet In my mouth and swallowed it down. Finally, I could sleep now, those pills made me dog tired, all I wanted to do was escape into the dreamless abyss they sent me. "How you doin'?" Elenor asked, lying right next to me. "My head still hurts pretty bad" I answered, keeping the act so I could still have my pain meds. "No, emotionally, about Niall? You knocked em' cold earlier, that has somethin ta' say"'she slurred, sleepily. It was touching that even though she couldn't care less about my drama, she let me vent. "Oh, that, it just really hurts, like I'm not sure really why I was even so quick to let him in like-" a small noise knocked me train of though off track, u chose to ignore it and continue "like, I'm usually so on guard, I keep my heart in a guarded wall, keeping everyone out, but lately I've opened up, I can physically feel it, I've been happier, and I don't need champaign to make me laugh" I answered trying to lighten the mood. El nodded, listening. "Like I guess Nialls always had an unknown, invisible, place in my heart and seeing him, it makes it obvious and bright. It's like he's always been here, probably cuz he hasn't changed that much, still fun and childish. That's why I instantly got attached to him. That and I've needed a good free solid, like when I'm falling, someone to catch me or to land on, I've kinda had that with the boys, mainly Zayn and Louis, they've been brothers to me, especially Zayn, we just get along so well, but I've used them as solids, but I've never gotten really close because I didn't want any of you girls to take it the wrong way, or for him to take it the wrong way. Ya know?" I asked, making sure she was still following, she answered understandingly "totally" and nodded. "Ya so when I started dating Niall, I found a solid of my own. And now my solids gone and I'm falling again. Which REALLY sucks cuz now I'm not going to be able to let anyone in for probably a LONG time, just need the wounds to heal first." I finished, tears gracefully streaming from my semi red eyes, but I composed my self so they had an elevate of pride. "I know it's hurting now but I can promise you one thing, it will be better, life goes on." Elenor said in such a way it triggered the crying. "Oh sweetie I'm SOO sorry, it's ok, you'll find love again" she said like a mother after a first teenage heart break, which, this was, for me. "I just don't see how, I can't see a future past the image of Niall and Emily, every time I think it just pops up!" I sobbed into Elenors chest, as she was now cradling me. "I can't imagine how much it hurts. I'm soo sorry" she whispered the last part. "Hey how bout some sleep?" She offered, god almighty, it sounded like a gift wrapped in a pretty bow right now. As we quieted down I heard muffled cries from out side, El heard them too cuz she got up and opened the door, I close behind. What I saw was devastating, Niall looked up at me, puffy eyed, with a beer in his hand, his usually blond hair, darker with grease like he hadn't showered in a while, he was a mess. He looked away quickly and huddled into his knees, sobbing. Dutch came out of my room and looked at my confused as to say "should I cuddle him growl at him?" I shrugged at her. Seeing him in that condition, it made me cry, seeing him at all made me wail. What should I do?

Notes

You decide, what should she do? I've got it planned who will quests right?