Maybe It's Fate. -A Niall Horan Fanfic-

Chapter 16:

Ilya raised an eyebrow. “So that’s it? You’re not planning on telling him anything? Amber you’re talking about one of my best friends here.”

“I know, I know.” I stuttered. “I’m leaving in 3 days to go back to London. This was all wrong, okay. We were never meant to even move to Ireland in the first place!” I shouted.

“I don’t want to see him hurt.” I said, my voice now calmer. I felt a tickle upon my cheek as I noticed its fall from my now blurry sight.

“Hey, come on.” Ilya patted my back as I wiped my tears away, keeping my face still.

“Do you think I want to leave him?” I looked to her. “Because I don’t! I really, really don’t!!” I scoffed.    “I can’t just stay here while my Granddad is on the verge of dying for God’s sake!!” I stood up.

“It’s okay Amber we don’t need to talk about this anymore!” Ilya exclaimed.

“I just I don’t want to see anyone in pain, but no matter what I do I feel like someone will always get hurt.” I admitted. “Niall has so much going on for him right now, I feel like I’ll just bring him down.” I shut my eyes.

“You know that’s not true.” She mentioned. “He may be a talented boy, but he’ll never forget about you Amber. You’ve made that much of a mark in him that he mentally just can’t. He loves you that much.”

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 “Ambs.” He softly smiled as we faced each other. The cold wind blew outside, our hot chocolate sitting by the window sill as we sat on the warm, deep red couch. A blanket elegantly spread out between us as we spent the countless hours snuggling in our sweaters, branded with snowflake patterns and stripes.

“What?” I smirked, looking at him from across the couch.

“I love you.” He said, patiently waiting for my reply.

“Really? That’s nice.” I giggled, turning my head back to The Lion King.

“Aren’t you going to say it back?” He pouted.

“Nope!” I winked at him.

“So that’s how we’re playing it.” Niall tried his best to squint his eyes and look serious, however oddly resembling an old man with bad vision instead.

 “Say it or else.” He said, determined to get a reply.

“No.” I brush my nose against his,  snickering.

“You’ll regret it.” He whispered, our foreheads now touching.

I cocked my eyebrow as I smiled with pride. “Do your worst.” 

Niall tickled my stomach as I forcibly laid down the couch laughing.

“Say it!” He grinned on top of me.

I shook my head as I laughed. Niall continued tickling me as I squirmed at his touch.

“Stop. Niall. Please!” I tried to say in between giggles.

“Sure babe, once you say it already!” He chuckled.

“OKAY. Okay! Fine!” I sat up still giggling. He cheekily smirked at me.

“Go on then.” He winked.

 “I love you so, so much.” I blushed.

Niall cupped his hands on my face whilst gently brushing his lips against mine, the vibe of the room quickly changing. I softly bit his lower lip whilst smiling at his sweet kiss.

“You’re mine.” He murmured, lips pressed to my neck.

“Always.” I brought his soft lips back to mine as he grasped for more. He teased the corners of my mouth, the feeling of butterflies now replaced with fire, burning. I kissed him one last time.

A worried expression filled my face as I glanced at the door his Mum could walk into at any time. He nodded his head, understanding. We snuggled back together in the couch as he gently held my hand.

“I can’t help, but just smile at you sometimes.” He chuckled, turning his head from the television to me. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He added, kissing me on the forehead.

I rested my head on his chest, his heart beating quickly against my ear. Niall wrapped his other arm around me, brushing his fingers through my hair as we continued to watch the rest of The Lion King only to find that it had soon ended.  

Niall turned off the television.

“Sing to me.” I said still resting by his heartbeat.

He whispered, “But I won't hesitate no more, no more. It cannot wait, I'm yours.” He emphasized the last two words as he quickly pecked my nose.

I giggled.

“You’ll do great in the future with a voice like yours.” I smiled whilst sitting up. “One day you might even forget about me with all these girls falling at your feet.” I nudged jokingly.

He softly looked at me, “That may happen, but then again. None of them would be you and I simply can’t love anyone as much as I love you Amber. I know that.” Niall replied. "You're my girlfriend."

"Say it again." I whisper as I tug on my lip.

"You're my girlfriend."

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The clock stuck 8 pm as I sat on my bedroom floor. The trees rustling against my window.

“So what’s going to happen?” Ilya questioned. “He knows I came over here, he’ll ask me about you.” She sighed whilst leaning on me.

“What if I tell him that you’ll talk to him tomorrow?” She suggested.

I shook my head.

“I can’t see him. I don’t want to see him anymore. I can’t tell him.” I proclaimed.

Ilya gave me a sympathetic look. “Do you want me to tell him?”

“No, no…” I mumbled in confusion.

"Just leave it for now... I'll think of something tonight." I hoped.

HEY GUYS! Second update in my summer break! Productivity! Haha things are getting spicy in the story! I’m sad to announce that this fanfic will end soon! I have around 2 or 3, maybe ‘til Chapter 20 until I finish this. Please continue to read on and vote and comment about what you think or what you want to happen in the story! I love you all! : )