Drifting away (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

A/N FINALLY HERES NEXT CHAPTER! im so so so sorry that ive kinda neglected this story, i had the worst writers block and i honestly just didn't know what to do next.

So i apologise and i will be trying to get back up into this story again. :) :) please keep interested, sorrrrry much love xoxo

I DONT PROOF READ OOPS

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1 WEEK LATER

(TASHS POV)

“IT MAKES YOUR LIPS SO KISSABLE AND YOUR KISSSSS UNMISSABLE

YOUR FINGERTIPS SO TOUCHABLE, AND YOUR EYES IRRESISTIBLE”

I sing at the top of my lungs, whilst attempting to clean my messy room. For a 19 year old girl, I really wasn’t that grown up hehe. I swing my arms in the air as ‘Magic’ comes on; it’s such a happy tune. I dance (quite horribly) around my room until I accidentally knock something off my desk, oops. As I turn around to see the photo album on the floor I smile slightly. I sit criss cross on my floor with the album in my lap as I open the first page.

A quite unattractive snort escapes my lips as I see the first photo on the page. It was of Niall and I at about 12 years old. We were playing football (soccer) and got abit too competitive. In the photo we were both drenched in mud and were wrestling over the ball. I still remember that day, it was bucketing down rain in Mullingar and there was nothing to do. Playing a game of football with Niall, who is one of the most competitive people I know, wasn’t the best idea.

*FLASHBACK*

“Niaallllll that’s not fair I scored!”

“Tash it was totally out! But if you think you scored, then try and get the ball off me.” Niall smirked.

“Fine I will.” I stated, grabbing his hands and tripping his feet over and sending him into the mud. I look of pure shock was written across his features as I struggled not to roll on the floor laughing.

“Tash that wasn’t funny” He whined, poking his bottom lip out into a pout.

“Oh yes it was Ni” I said laughing.

“At least help me up.” He said outstretching his hand.

I take his hand (stupid mistake) and before I realise it I was pulled by Niall into the mud. 10 minutes later our parents came outside to yell at us and decided to take a picture of us fighting in the mud over a ball.

*END FLASHBACK*

I was subconsciously smiling to myself at the thought of this memory. I flipped over several pages, full of adorable photos of Niall and I growing up.

High school, my cousins wedding (he was my date), us in my backyard and many more. Happy memories came rushing to me head as I grinned to myself analysing all the small details in every picture.

 I stopped flipping suddenly when I saw the photo that was taken on the day that Niall auditioned for x factor. He was smiling brightly at the camera but his hands were deep in his pockets showing that he was nervous. I had my arm around his waist and was smiling as well at the camera. But as I looked closer, if I’m not mistaken my eyes looked glassy and abit red. I must have been crying when the photo was taken. I turned over the page again, and a picture from my graduation was there, I scanned the page and my eyes slowly but surely started to water. Everyone was there, my friends, family, teachers, everyone. Everyone, except Niall. He apologised to me over and over again (A/N hehe ‘over again’) that day. I told him it was okay, but deep inside (not that he ever found out) I was heartbroken. I understand, it’s his job, but it still hurts,