Makenna's P.O.V
I sobbed into Harry's chest as I watched my best friend in the whole world leave me, leave Niall. Niall broke down. "I don't understand" he cried. I handed Darcy to Harry and ran to Niall. Sweet Niall, now he must realise how we felt when he left.
"She'll come back Niall, she loves you" I said standing on my tip toes and kissing his forehead. I walked him back to the car and we climbed in. He cheered up when Darcy sat on his knee and started to play with his hair.
"You wove aunty Niamh?" she asked him, tugging at a strand of his hair
"Very much Darcy" he sighed. He cuddled her close and stroked her hair. I held Niall's hand and whispered to him
"She will come back, I know it"
When we got back home I took Darcy down and put her to bed. I hummed to her and as I did my mind drifted to what Niamh had said. She did deserve Niall after everything and he deserved her, they were meant to be. But maybe, just maybe, I didn't deserve Harry. Harry wrapped his arms around me silently and this tore me from my thoughts.
"I have a surprise for you" he whispered "It's in the kitchen"
"I'll be there in a second" I replied. He left and I returned to my thoughts. No, I don't deserve him and he doesn't deserve the pain of being held back by me and Darcy. I grabbed a suitcase from my room and packed a few outfits and essentials and then put in some of Darcy's things. We had to let him live his life. I walked up to the kitchen to tell him and was greeted by a candle lit dinner. I REALLY don't deserve him. I ate and then I decided to tell him.
"Harry, I have to tell you something--" I began but his lips were on mine, silencing me. Just like before his kisses became more urgent and he carried me down the hall to his room, as he did we passed Louis who laughed. I'll tell him tomorrow, I thought.
Niamh's P.O.V
The next week, was my hell. I grieved all week for my failed releshionship. Mammy tutting in my ear, telling me I should not have came. I knew I shouldn't have, but I had, and that, was that. It was silent in Mullingar, and I felt at home.
I knew everyone was worried. I wasn't replying to anyone's texts.
I got about two million texts from El and Kenna.
<From: El
Did you get there safely?
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When are you coming back?
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Niamh? Reply.
<From: Makenna
Niall in bits. Reply, at least we'll know you're safe.
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C'mon Kid, reply?
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Don't ignore Me Niamh Fitzgerald.
I was too busy to reply. I really was. With what, you may ask? Well, trying to get Trinity to send me a recomendation to Cambridge, so I could be home, with Niall.
It was my birthday, tomorrow. I was going home today. Assumpta was coming over too, to stay with some college friends of hers.
"Last call, London." The voice said, crashing into my thoughts. "C'mon then." Assumpta hurried me onto the plane.
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We're here. In london. I picked up my car from the car park, and drove to McDonald's, for Assumpta. I dropped her off at her friend's house. "See you tomorrow!" I called, and drove to my home. Our Home. I knew he wouldn't be there. I was going to freshen up, get ready. I entered the apartment and smelt my perfume. God, that stuff stuck around.
It was so messy. I gasped, when I entered the hall. Boxes upon boxes of my stuff. "No." I whispered, "No." I entered the bedroom. There was nothing on my dresser. He thought I'd cleared off. He probably hated me now.
I heard the front door slam. "Niall?" I said, nervously.
"Niamh?" I heard Makenna's voice, and looked into the kitchen.
No, it was not Niall. Just Kenna.
I ran to her, and hugged her.
"Makenna!"
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Our Life And One Direction.
FanfictionNiamh Fitzgerald had never sat still a moment in her life, and could sing before she could talk, as her Mother says. As long as she remembers, Niall has been by her side, holding her hand. But when he was taken away from her, she was hurt. When her...
