I Will Always Love You - A Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter Thirty Three

*Charlie's POV*

After an entire day of hanging out at the beach, we all decide to head back to the house, with Perrie coming along as well.

I really liked Perrie.

She was really nice and so good for Zayn.

Now all the boys are taken.

Oh, the fans aren't going to like that.

When we arrived home, it was a little dark out, so we decided to have a bonfire in the backyard.

The boys grabbed all the wood, while us girls grabbed some snacks, the guitars and some chairs.

I ran upstairs and got dressed into some grey tracksuit pants, a plain black t-shirt with Niall's blue adidas jumper, and some blue supras. I put my hair up into a messy bun and ran back downstairs to see everyone had set up, and Harry was just lighting the wood up.

Niall and I played the few songs I knew how to play on the guitar, while we all sang.

Then I let Niall play while I just lay on his shoulder.

We ate snacks, talked, laughed and just did everything best friends would do.

When it came to 11pm, we decided to go back inside.

Louis and Harry put the fire out, while we packed up a little.

When we finished, we went to our rooms.

I slipped my shoes off and fell on my back onto the bed, sighing.

"You tired?" Niall asks, coming into my room.

"Sort of, not really," I reply.

He crawls up over the top of me and kisses me softly.

I wrap my legs around him and deepen the kiss, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt.

His hand slips under my jumper and shirt, until it is just below my bra.

This time he doesn't hesitate to remove my jumper and shirt.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, kissing my neck softly.

My hands move to the bottom of his shirt, where, in one swift movement, I lift it over his head.

I awoke the next to find that Niall wasn't lying with me.

I slowly sat up; putting the clothes I had on last night back on.

I grabbed my phone and made my way downstairs, to see Niall eating eggs and bacon.

"Can I have some?" I ask.

"Niall doesn't share," Niall says, hugging his bowl and sticking his tongue out.

"Come on, pwease," I do puppy dog eyes on him, which he can never resist.

"Fine," he mumbles, placing the bowl on the counter.

"Why is it in a bowl?"

"Because that was the first piece of crockery I could find."

"You are one weird kid."

He mumbles something as I see my phone buzz on the counter.

"It's my dad," I say, almost too excitedly.

"Well, answer it!" Niall practically shouts.

"Hey dad," I say into the speaker, "What's goi- Dad are you crying?"

"H-honey, I have bad news." He says.

Oh no, please don't say what I think it is.

"W-what's g-going on?" I start tearing up.

"It's y-your mum. Sh-she's- she's gone."

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

This isn't real.

It's just a nightmare. I will wake up soon.

"No, don't play tricks! She's fine! She said she will be fine!" I rose my voice.

"I-I know, I'm s-so sorry. But it's true, she's gone."

This time the phone slips out of my hand.

She can't be gone.

She said she will be ok.

She promised.