Eternal Love [A Niall Horan Fanfic]

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(A/N this chapter is short and appears as quite fillerish, but is very important to the story ahead. Trust me. There are very subtle hints placed throughout this chapter, if someone can recognize a possible one and comment it the next chapter will be dedicated to you and also you will get a part further in the story)

Bella's POV.

So now, here I stay... for eternity, completely unable to help Niall understand what I have figured out.

For a boy of his age, talent and potential in the world, he isn't living like he should. He blames himself ad thinks what happened to me isn't right, except it is. Like everything else, this is exactly how it's supposed to be.

I watch intently as the perfect ocean coloured eyes of the beautiful angel below begin fluttering open. The cheeks that lie on his perfect bone structure forever stained red. He doesn't understand like he needs to that it is meant to be like this, but I guess he just isn't supposed to.

Nialls POV

As my eyes begin to open, I slowly turn to my other side, only to once again for 16 days in a row now, become faced with emptiness. I continuously await the day that she returns.

My mind wonders as I intently stare at the lilac sheets on our bed.

"When is Ashton Kutcher going to pop out of the closet with hidden cameras and explain to that I've been punk'd" my mind allows me to expect.

"She isn't dead" I repeat in a whisper, squeezing my eyes shut.

My thoughts are interrupted once I hear a small, almost inaudible knock on the bedroom door.

For the first time in weeks I leap out of bed, my almost completely bare body being trapped by the cool air. I sprint to the door that is merely two meters away with a noticeable smile plastered on my face.

"I'm coming Bella!" I call out to the door mid sprint.

My face quickly falls as I open the door to see my mother standing there with a glum look spread across her face.

"I'm so sorry Niall" she whispers, head towards the ground.

"I-I'm not Bella, she isn't coming back love." Another of many tears falls from my eye as I stand there unable to speak.

My mother pulls me towards the bed and sits down next to me.

"Niall, I brought you something."

Bella's POV

I wander from the scenery below, thoughts flowing through my mind.

Thoughts of Niall fill my brain. I remind myself that I matter how long, one day we will be reunited once again.

"Wether he still loves you then, or not Bella, you will get to be with him again." My mind aimlessly searches for happiness.

My focus once again directed to the bedroom below as Niall and his mother speak softly to one another.

I watch carefully as she reaches her small hands behind her, rummaging trough her large tan, leather purse.

When she finds what she is searching for she slowly, and quite carefully I might add pulls the two items out.

As she turns towards Niall once I again I get full view of the previously unknown items.

A piece of paper and a pen?