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Niall - 1 Month after breaking up (thoughts of Makayla)

It had been exactly 1 month after Niall and I broke up. We did decide to stay friends but it wasn't the same. There were infinite differences. The way he talked to me, talked about me, hung out with me, our early morning texts and late night calls. Everyone told us our relationship was, without a doubt, the definition of relationship goals.

There was also no doubt, I was still 1000% in love with this boy. His a blue eyed stare could break down a girls walls in 2.7 seconds. That was my fear. I was scared since people always thought we were such an amazing couple, girls would pile up at his front door. When we were together, it was less of a relationship and more of life-long best friends hanging out. This was the "perfect" part of our relationship. We play fought, hit each other with food, teased each other, he'd tickle me, I'd squeal and he'd kiss me. He'd tell me he loved me unconditionally and he always would. No matter what happened, we'd always be together. When we first got together, he made me promise, we'd always be together and we would get married one day.

I agreed.

I freaked out immediately after. I knew I promised something I couldn't keep. I loved him but relationships were never my strong point. I always screwed them up one way or another.

My best friend, Denise, told me the day we got together, "he'll never break up with you. By the way he looks at you, he loves you more than anything."

I didn't believe her. I could fuck this up easily. I could lose him even easier.

I'm not sure if he could, but I remember every detail and every moment we were together when he asked me to be his girlfriend. He was wearing an orange shirt that matched his brother's, lightish wash jeans, a hat and work boots. I was wearing a gray sweater with a green tank top underneath, darker wash jeans and black converse.

We had our first kiss that day too. I was wearing his hat. We got in the bed of his brothers truck, Niall helping me up. We sat down together in the truck bed. His brother- Greg, his girlfriend- Denise, Niall and I posed for the first picture, looking at the camera and smiling.

"Ok Makayla, now you and Niall have to kiss." Denise said, smiling. That bitch.

I could feel my face heat up. "What?" I asked her.

"It's just for the picture. At least put your faces to where it looks like your kissing." She begged. Denise say back down beside Greg, waiting to see how Niall and I would do this.

I contemplated whether or not to kiss him for about .6 seconds, pulled him closer and our lips connected. I literally died when we kiss. It was the best thing to ever happen to me. We stayed that way for about 5 seconds.

When we kissed I forgot about everyone else around us. In that moment, no one else was watching. I felt movement from the truck, meaning Denise and Greg stood up. I pulled back from Niall, looking up at Denise.

"Happy?" I asked. I looked over at Niall who just had a little smile on his face. I could tell he was trying not to smile so much.

"Yes, actually." She giggled.

I remembered the little things in our relationship.

The good.
The bad.
The crazy.
The normal.
The perfect.
The secrets.
The fights.

We had all of it, but I felt like we were the most perfect couple in the world. I felt like nothing could come between us. The only thing I didn't account for was my moody days. The thing that drove Niall and I apart was me. And I regret it everyday.

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Tada. I made a thingy. Should I add onto this ? If I should, comment what you wanna hear about Makayla and Niall's relationship. If I have it, I'll write it. 😘😘