Taking On The World (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Same Mistakes

Ava’s P.O.V.

I headed towards the gateway. I could feel Niall’s eyes watching every step I took. I could feel the tears coating his fair cheeks; they were doing the same to me.

I wanted so badly to forgive Niall. To turn around, and run into his arms. To hug him, and tell him I forgive him for everything.

But I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t run to him. I couldn’t forgive him. What he did hurt worse than anything anyone has ever done to me; worse than Vincent. I was stabbed in the deepest part of my heart.

Before I reached the gateway, I paused. I let go of my luggage, and I put my hands behind my neck. I unhooked the necklace Niall had given me before our second first date.

I clutched it my right hand, turned around, and slowly approached Niall. The whites of his eyes were pink, and the light blue color had turned dark. I handed him the necklace.

Niall gave my hand a small push. “Keep it,” he whispered, his voice uneven.

I shook my head. “I don’t think that’s the best idea,” I said softly. Niall turned his palm over. I gingerly set the necklace in the middle of his hand, letting my fingers trace over his palm. I looked up, and stared him in the eyes. It was all I could do to not drop to my knees, and cry.

I was going to miss him. I knew I was. And maybe fate would have it to where our paths crossed again in the future. But for now, I had to walk away. I just had to turn around, walk away, and not look back. I did so. Only, I was crying the entire time.

Niall’s P.O.V.

I stared Ava in the eyes. Looking at those green orbs choked me up. I wanted to drop to my knees, and beg her to stay. I didn’t want her to go. And with every millisecond that I spent looking her in the eyes, my heart was breaking a thousand times. My love. My one true love. The one girl in my life who I loved with every fiber of my being.

Ava made a slow turned, and walked in the other direction. I watched her carefully. I watched as she reached her hand up to her face, and wipe away tears.

I had really fucked up bad. I didn’t listen to Ava; I ignored her, and what she had told me not to do. And now I was paying the price for it. I was being forced to stand here and watch my princess walk off. To watch her leave me.

I didn’t blame the lads for treating me the way that they did. Because right now I wanted to kick my own ass from here to the end of the world.

I think the hardest part about this whole thing is knowing that there isn’t anything I can do or say to change her mind. There wasn’t one damn thing I could to change what I did.

I recalled watching an episode of “Heroes” with Ava on the way to Germany. There was this one Japanese guy named Hiro who had the powers to freeze, stop, and speed up time. I wish I had his powers. I’d go back to last night, and I would listen to Ava about not drinking. I would go back, and stay with her the entire we were at the club. I’d give anything to start this all over again.

I didn’t want to have an all-out sob-fest in a public place, so I started for the exit of the airport.

Ava’s P.O.V.

I had been on the plane for about an hour now. It was a straight flight to Pennsylvania, but I didn’t know how long the flight would be. Nor did I care. I just wanted to be somewhere where I could be alone with my thoughts.

There weren’t many people in first class. There might have been twelve people. The flight attendant came by, and asked my if I wanted anything. I would’ve ordered tea, but tea made me think of Louis, and I didn’t want to think about him. Because, I’d start crying again. I ordered a cup of coffee, and went back to staring out of the windows.