One Direction One Shots 1

Coming Back (Niall)

There he was, walking towards my house; Niall. My Niall. I hadn’t seen him in months, after he’d been so successful after the X-factor there wasn’t the time or opportunity for him to come back to his hometown; back to me. He’d broken up with me before he left; he thought it was the right thing to do, so I didn’t contradict, didn’t fight for him. But it wasn’t the right thing; it killed me. Knowing that the most beautiful boy I had ever known wouldn’t be mine anymore, tore me apart. My world came crumbling down, I had become a wreck of a person. I’d missed him the second after he’d left; seeing him on almost every TV-channel, blogs on the internet and the thousands of fan-Twitters did nothing but make it worse. I admit that I had semi stalked him; his Facebook, his Twitter, his MSN, everything. Whenever I saw new pictures of him with girls, new friendships, or just a new tweet, my heart would start beating twice as fast and my mind would go on overdrive. 
After the first few months of doing nothing but wallowing myself in self-pity, I had decided to put an end to this disaster. I tried it with some other boys, but it was never the same; it was never like it was with Niall. They couldn’t make me laugh like he did, make the butterflies in my tummy emerge at just the thought of them or the ever so familiar electric buzz wouldn’t shoot through my veins whenever they just touched me. Nobody made me feel the way that only he could. 
But now he was back for the summer, back for 3 whole months. 

Jumping off my window sill, I rushed over to the large mirror, that was attached to the door of my wardrobe. Looking at myself, I was unsure of how I looked; my brown hair had grown a lot, its waves gotten milder. My blue eyes were just as light and inconspicuous as always, my height still the same. Only my body had gotten a lot slimmer, but not too much, and I loved it. The days that were spent with no actual food being consumed, the hours of walking round town to get a clear head had really paid off. I quickly pulled my joggers off and replaced them with a pair of high waisted denim shorts, tucking in my loose, floral vest top. Quickly spraying some perfume, which happened to be Niall’s favourite, on my neck, I put some lipbalm on my lips. 
The doorbell rang and I couldn’t help but jump, the sudden sound of it, combined with the tension of seeing Niall again after such a long time made my heart skip a beat or two. Reluctantly, I made my way downstairs, seeing as there was no one else but me in the house to open the door. I could already see the spikes of his blonde hair through the little window on the door, making my pulse increase instantly.

Just as I was about to open the door, millions of thoughts surfaced in my brain. What if he had found someone else? What if he didn’t like me anymore? What if he just came by to be polite and in fact didn’t want to see me? What if…what if.
Closing my eyes, I shook my head, inhaled sharply and then opened the door slowly. When he heard the door open, he slowly looked up from his phone and a small smile spread across his face. I felt myself starting to shake, a clump in my throat was building up, the nervousness seemed unbearable. 
Just the feeling of having the piercing blue of his eyes almost penetrating me again, the sight of his fruity red lips curling up to a smile, the occasion to finally be able to just look at him, almost drove me crazy.
”Hey Lauren.”, he said, the sound of his voice saying my name was something I had missed sorely. “He-”, my voice came out quieter than I’d hoped it would, “Hey Niall.”, I replied, afer coughing awkwardly. “So, urm..”, he said and looked past me into my house, raising his eyebrows. “Oh, uh, come in, come in.”, I said, gesturing for him to get inside. He gave me a smile and a nod, as he did so, then took off his shoes. “So, how are you?”

Turning to face me, he was suddenly standing unfamiliarly close to me, the soft scent of his aftershave made its way up my nostrils. “I’ve been good, really good.”, I lied, straight in his face. But what else could I’ve said? ‘I’m horrible and have been since the day you left.’ Don’t think so.
”Alright, I guess.” He then smiled a fake smile; I could tell. Normally, his smile would meet his eyes and the little twinkle in them would appear, but now, nothing.
“Good..” I looked down at my feet, trying to avoid his eyecontact; looking at him was harder than I thought. I had missed him so much, just his presence was making it hard for me to stand straight, apart from thinking. “So..”, he started but I cut him off, “Please stop saying ‘so’, it’s kind of annoying.” Looking up at him, I feared his reaction; was I too harsh, would he take it too hard? But when I saw the ever so familiar smile, his pink cheeks and his sea-blue eyes, I couldn’t help but smile along, my insides warming up immediately. “You’re exactly like you used to be.”, he stated, seeming lost in his own thoughts. “Is that a good or a bad thing?” I felt myself flush when he smiled his little half-smile. “Well I’m not too sure about that, but..” “Hey!” Shaking his head, Niall chuckled, then winked; and I almost swooned.

Looking at him, everything came flooding back to me; the hurt I suffered from the last few months, the non-existing contact between us, everything that had gone wrong. Remembering it all, I took a step back, the smile on my face demolished almost instantly. Niall’s expression turned from confused, to guilty, as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Why’d you come here anyways?”, I asked, not bothering to look up at him. “Well I…I just thought..” Apparently he didn’t think, and he didn’t know. Niall did not have a clue about the things I’d gone through in the last few months, all the hurt, the people I’d pushed away, the constant heartache I’d suffered. “You thought? You thought what? I’m sorry Niall, but this is the first time I’ve seen you in months, or even spoken to you. You have no idea what’s been going on around here, what’s been going on with me.” I felt the clump in my throat resurface, my heart getting heavier again, the tears slowly emerging.