Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

10. I Hate That I Love You

"What are you doing?"

I stood up and put his guitar back on the stand.

"Nothing." I say, walking over and packing the rest of what clothes I had left.

He took a step toward me, but I stepped back.

Niall in the same room as me was already overwhelming. I don't need to have a heart attack by him being in my bubble.

"Well, you were doing something, babe." He says.

I shook my head vigorously.

"I was just packing the rest of my stuff."

"That's strange because the last time I checked you don't need your ex's guitar to pack clothes." He states.

I stopped and rested my hands on the pile of clothes I had just folded. Forcing back tears, I continued to close the suitcase.

"I just wanted the rest of my things. That's all." I say, quietly.

I straightened up and he stepped aside. He was standing with his arms folded over his toned chest. The basic grey t-shirt, hugging his torso, paired with his black skinny jeans and matched his grey Vans perfectly. His eyes were their usual mesmerizing light blue and his plump bottom lip was tucked in between his whitened teeth.

Niall didn't sport braces anymore. He had gotten them taken off early last year. The teeth he had were once crooked, but now they were straight and breathtaking to see. We weren't together when they were crooked and I didn't even know who he was, but if he looks as gorgeous as he does now, then he must've looked similar as to what he did nearly eight and a half years ago.

"Liz, why don't you tell me why you actually came." He says, stepping closer.

I took a hesitant step back and turned my head, slightly to the left.

"I already told you, I was getting my stuff." I reply.

I heard him sigh and saw him take another step forward. I stepped back again.

"Liz. We were married for eight years. I know you better than you know yourself."

"You don't know anything about me." I say, harshly.

"Well, right now I know you're lying to me."

He was right about that. I was lying to him. For a good reason though. If your ex-husband caught you playing his guitar what would you say? You'd probably lie too.

"If you knew me then you'd know the truth, but then again for the eight years we were married you were touring for most of them." I mumble.

"It's not my fault I'm a well known singer. If me singing bothers you, then-" I cut him off.

"It didn't. Everything else did and still does."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" He asked.

Good job, Elizabeth. You just set yourself up.

"Nothing. It doesn't matter." I lie.

"Is it the crowds? Wild parties? The fans and women that throw themselves at us all the time?"

"No."

"Because, if it makes you feel any better, I didn't want or yearn for any of them while I was gone."

I looked at him and wanted to ignore it, but my curiosity was getting the best of me.

"Why not?" I ask.

"That's a dense question." He chuckled.

"I'm a natural blonde." I frolic.

He shook his head.