I Don't Have The Answer.

Chapter Twenty-Three

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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

*Sarah's POV*

I took my seat to the side of the stage next to Eleanor, this was the first One Direction concert I'd gone to since Niall and I split nearly three months ago.

To say I'd missed him would be the understatment of the century. I think I cried on 99% of those days because I realised how much I messed up, and how I have pretty much lost someone that important to me over something so stupid.

All of a sudden, 15 thousand screaming teenagers shook me from my thoughts, and I looked down to the stage where the boys walked out. I eyed them all carefully, pausing longest on Niall, drinking in his appearance and how I was sure he'd grown in three months. I swear he has gotten taller, bulked up more, become blonder. 

It was almost like I'd dropped off the face of the celebrity world since Niall and I split. After touring with the boys on the Up All Night tour I decided this life wasn't for me; the glitz and glam of showbiz. I was just glad I got out before I got myself in too deep. I guess that's one positive thing that came out of our breakup. 

"Hey London how you doing! You alright?" Niall asked into his microphone, sending the crowd wild. His voice had gotten deeper too, it had only been three months but it felt like an entire life time ago.

The show flew by, and before I could think what was going on, Eleanor had dragged me backstage to see the boys. Harry and Louis I see daily, guaranteed, Liam and Zayn not as much, and Niall and I had spoken to each other, briefly and awkwardly twice, neither of us knowing quite what we were meant to do or say to the other.

"Boys, you were absolutley wonderful!" Eleanor beamed, planting a kiss on Louis' sweaty cheek.

"Yeah, you guys were great" I agreed, smiling warmly at all of them, somehow locking eyes with Niall, and not being able to pull my gaze away for some unbeknown reason, the rest of the group catching on, and mumbling excuses as to why they had to leave the room, my pleading looks to Eleanor and Louis ignored.

"I miss you." I blurted out as Niall turned to follow the group out. "Please don't ignore me, because this has been absolultey killing me not seeing you. I get so angry at myself for that night all the time, wishing I had handled it differently, because then I would still have you" Niall just stared at me, not saying anything. "Please say something. Anything. Please tell me we can try again, because I just need you, I miss everything we had, I just, I miss you more than anything Niall"

And that was it. I had put my heart on the line for Niall. Again. And right now I just needed to hear him saying he loved me, even if this was the last time he would ever say it, I just needed to hear it.

But I got no response from him. Nothing.

"Niall, please say something" I choked out, trying to stop the tears threatening to spill over. 

It appeared he had nothing to say, so I turned to leave, and as I did I felt a hand quickly grab my wrist, tears spilling down his cheeks as he pulled me into an embrace, an embrace I had missed more than anything in the world.

"I've missed you, so much. I thought you had moved on, and that you wouldn't want me anymore, that's why I didn't say anything to you" He mumbled, arms still wrapped around me, before he tilted my head up from his chest, and kissed me like nobody ever had before. 

He was soft, and gentle, and it was incredible, because it was Niall, and I knew at that point we had been fighting a losing battle of trying not to need the other, because he pulled away, looked me in the eyes and said; "Sarah, I love you." Before kissing me the same way again. I tangled one hand in his hair, and the other one resting on his chest, his hands around my waist, holding me close, as a voice came through the door with a "What the actual fuck?"

 "Louis, I" I began, before my brother interrupted me with a giant group hug, arms wrapped around both Niall and I, accidentally punching me square in the jaw.

"Ouch Louis, fucking hell" I said, Louis hysterical with laughter.

"So does this mean you two are all good?" He asked, his tone becoming more serious.

"Uh, we're going to try and give it another shot yeah?" Niall said, waiting for my affirmation.

"That sounds incredible" I smiled, beaming up at him.

"Well, this calls for a celebration!" Louis announced, hustling the others back into the room and telling them what he had just walked into.

*Later that night*

Niall and I were cuddled up on his sofa, after getting back from a celebratory dinner at Nandos with the others, watching a movie and eating popcorn. It was the simple things like this that I'd missed about my relationship with Niall, and both of us were more than keen to try to get back to normal.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I know the ending of this chapter was super cheesy and I'm sorry, and it's not as long as I would have liked, but I really wanted to get something out for you guys so yeah :)  

Dedication of the next chapter for whoever gets the song right:

Cause I never wanna be that guy, 

Who doesn't even get a taste,

No more having to chase,

To win that prize