Learning how to fly (Niall Horan fanfic)

36 - Maybe there's hope, maybe there's not?

*Rikke's POV*

Mie's mother drove us home to my flat the next day. She knew everything about my ex now and she had agreed to let Mie move in with me. She had even contacted my parents, but I hadn't heard from them... Guess they don't care about me anymore.

I looked down on my phone and went through a quite big amount of messages and lost calls. Most from my brother, some from Harry and a single text from Niall saying to call him. My chest hurt just by seeing his name on the screen. I quickly texted my brother that I was okay and to call me later in the evening.

"We'll get your stuff over here when the both of you fell better" Lise said most to Mie "And I'll bring you some clothes tomorrow baby. You think you'll be okay by yourself?"

We nodded and she gave us a quick hug before she turned around and walked towards the door, but stopped and looked back at us "Promise me to call if you need anything or if..."

"I promise mom" Mie answered and her mother left with a last goodbye.

*

"Niall has told me to call him" I said as we laid in our beds after getting some pizza for dinner.

"You gonna do it?" Mie asked and looked up from her phone.

"I don't know... I think I owe him"

"Yeah, guess you do" she agreed.

I sighed and carefully made my way to the bathroom since I wasn't too pleased about having this conversation in front of Mie. The pain was still rushing through my body for every step I took, but it was fainting and I really appreciated that.

I locked the door after me and sat down, resting my head on the wall, trying to find the small amount of courage I had to call Niall.

Niall

Oh God I miss him. I miss every little detail about him. The curves of his shoulders, the shape of his collar bones, the softness of his skin and lips, the tone of his amazing voice and his scent, the freckles on his body and the structure of his bones, but most of all the colour of his eyes. And there's nothing I can do to deny it.

My heartbeat picked up speed as I ran through my contacts to find his number. I started shaking as I pushed the 'call' button and waited for him to pick up.

"Hi" he said.

His voice. It sounded like home. But still so different. So far away... So broken.

"Hi" I said back in a weak voice.

"Liam told me... that... that..." he mumbled "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about me"

Why do I always tend to say that?

"Well I do" he stated.

I didn't answered him and he didn't said anything. We stayed like that for a while before he broke the silence.

"Why didn't ya tell me about him?"

"Because I knew you wouldn't had let me go home then"

"Ye cause he is freaking crazy" he said, his accent thick and his voice angry.

I couldn't stand to hear Niall angry, especially not when he was angry at me so I started to cry for like the 100th time since I left London.

"Babe are you crying?"

Babe

"No" I said, trying to sound normal but failed big time.

Both of us were quiet again while the tears kept on falling from my eyes. I've missed his voice so much and hearing him calling me babe... It just hurts so must.