What's Life Without You?

Chapter 02

Hey Guys!

This is Chapter 02! And just to clarify, so in this chapter One Direction has been formed, and Niall has come home to collect some more things before the live shows start.

So enjoy!

~One month later~

~Niall POV~

“MUM! WHERE’S ALL MY STUFF?” I yelled barging through the front door of my childhood home in Mullingar. I came back so I could pick up all my belongings that I left behind when I left for X Factor, things like photos, CD’s, my iPod etc.

“Well, I missed you too my boy,”My mother said, chirpy and bright as usual. She planted a light kiss on my cheek.

I could smell the fresh aroma of freshly baked cookies. “Chocolate chip. Your favorite!” Mum replied, reading my mind. I walked over to the tray as memories came flooding back into my mind.

~Flashback~

‘COOKIES! COOKIES! COOKIES!’The 7 year old me chanted.

“Shush potato! She won’t give us any if you keep annoying her!” The also 7 year old Kirrily reprimanded.

“Hey! This is my house, my rules! FUDGE!” I said sticking my tongue out at the now cross Kirrily.

“You know I don’t like being called fudge!” She said, sticking her tongue out at me in return.

”But your hair reminds me of fudge!” I explained, her chocolatey brown locks did look a bit like chocolate fudge. “And plus! I don’t like being called potato!” I said putting my hands on my hips and holding my chin up high.

“Stop bickering you two!” My mother, who was clearly amused, laughed.

“It’s not funny!” I told my mother.

“Alright then, I’ll be serious.”She said putting on a serious face. “Too bad serious people don’t get cookies!”Greg came running in and took the tray of cookies out of mum’s hands and ran off with them.

“GREG!” Mum boomed. Kirrily and I both took after him, in desperate need of our weekly chocolate chip cookie fix.

By the time we had caught Greg and tackled him down, he had let go of the tray and all the cookies had fallen on top of us. “Cookie Rain!” Greg shouted as we dug into our cookies.

~Reality~

Kirrily. Kirrily, Kirrily, Kirrily. Again and again her name kept on reeling in my head like a movie. I miss her, I want to hug her, I want to see her smile, I want to kiss her. But that would never work. She probably had a boyfriend right now and she didn’t need me. He’s also probably as terrifying as hell. Why bother? She’d probably never love me! Never have, never will. It’s probably easier to get over her than to fight for her. If she loved me she would have come to me I suppose?

I grabbed a couple of cookies and headed upstairs to my room, when an idea burst into my head. I could visit her parents! But what were the chances that they’re still living in their old apartment? That idea quickly vanished, along with quite a few other ones as well.

I’d given up on making it happen, but if we were meant to meet again, then fate will find a way to bring us together. I would never want to let her go, but circumstances weren’t something that’s in my control. The only way to requite her devotion in our friendship that I wished could be something more was for me to chase my dreams and be happy and not let her down. After all, I would wish her happiness even though I might not be a part of it, and even though some words were left unspoken.