The Boy With The Blue Eyes

Chapter-38

Arshi's POV

With shaky hands, I pulled out my suitcase. I opened the wardrobe....the wardrobe Niall and I shared..and started taking out my clothes. There was still a few of his shirts hanging there and I lightly touched them, my eyes welling up my tears again. I pulled them close to my chest, inhaling the scent I had come to identify as Niall's. Suddenly my hurt was replaced by anger and I screamed, flinging the shirt away. With renewed vigour, I started packing again. My eyesight was blurred by the tears and my ears were still ringing with my mother's words. My grandad was terribly ill and I was needed back home. The tickets had already been booked and all the necessary paperwork had been taken care of, my mom had informed me. My course at university was almost over too. All I needed to do was to jump on the plane which would take me a thousand miles away.....away from Niall. But did he even care? My heart refused to believe he didnt. I finished throwing my stuff into the bag and zipped it up. I went to the bathroom and threw my toothbrush and toothpaste into my backpack. I would not need the shampoo and conditioner so I didnt bother with them. I checked the drawers to see if I had left something important behind. A glitter caught my eye. I reached in and my fingers enclosed around what seemed a string of stones. It was the earings Niall had gifted me. Swallowing back my tears I took it and as much as I searched ,I could not find the other one. Dropping the lone earing into my pocket I pulled on my VANS, and grabbed my passport, phone and laptop . I turned back and glanced over the apartment again. Our apartment. Every corner held a memory. I took up a pen and scribbled a note, leaving it right on the table so it could not be missed. I could not control my tears anymore. I glanced at the mirror. A tear-streaked face with hollow eyes and untidy hair stared back. No wonder Niall went away, I smiled sadly to myself. I sighed and stepped out of the apartment, locked it and put it under the flower pot. He had an extra anyway. I hailed a cab to Heathrow. An hour later a plane was taking me away from the life I had known and loved for over a year. A life I would probably never get back.

[A/N: WHY DOES THIS STORY GET SUCH LOW VOTES?? IS IT THAT BAD?? SHOULD I DELETE IT?? IT GETS ABSOLUTELY NO VOTES OR COMMENTS.

MAYBE I SHOULD JUST SIT AND SOB IN A CORNER!

And to all the Indians here: how many of you have seen Kai Po Che?? :P]