Niall's POV
Just a few more hours. A few more hours till I see her again. Till I hold her in my arms again. I'l tell her everything. Why I had to do that and why I dont have to do it anymore. My breath quickened as I thought of her dark brown eyes and her beautiful smile. And then a pang of guilt hit me when I realised how much I would have hurt her. I will do anything to make it up to her. Anything. I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor of the plane. Zayn looked at me and smiled. He understood.
"Please fasten your seatbelts. We will be landing soon." I remembered the first time I had seen her. In a plane. Flying to London. I sighed. I just needed to get to her as fast as I could.
As soon as we stepped out, we were surrounded by the bodyguards escorting us out of the airport. The screaming fans were everywhere. I frowned when I saw the black SUV.
"Whats that doing here?" I asked Paul. "Apparently management wanted to 'talk' to you about the...incident." I scowled. It was practically their fault if I lost the person I loved. My stomach squirmed. No, I would'nt lose her. I could'not. I climbed into the car. The boys followed. Seeing my confused look, Liam laughed, "Like we'd leave you alone to deal with them!" I grinned, ofcourse I had my brothers with me no matter what!
Two hours later, I was flying down the road to our apartment. Management had some crap to say about how "difficult" it was for them to bring everything back under control and how we should be more careful in the future. Bloody hell! It wasnt even my fault for godsakes! I pulled into the garage and slowly made my way up. A smile crept up my face as I thought about hers. I knocked. Once, twice and then a third time. No answer. I tried the knob. Locked. I was worried now. I pulled out my spare key and pushed open the door. I was shocked at the sight. A dark, dusty apartment greeted me. I made my way inside. The complete and utter silence made it clear that there was nobody there. Especially not the dark eyed girl I desired to see. I switched on the lights and my eyes fell on a note.
"I have to leave Niall.
I am sorry."
My name was blurred, as if by water. Was it her tears? The flowers from my hand fell down on the floor, the noise echoing in the large, empty apartment. She was gone.
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The Boy With The Blue Eyes
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