Will it Last?(Sequel to Was it Love?)-Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 5

Isabella's P.O.V.

I heard a knock at the door. It shocked me, nobody ever knocks on my door.

I waddled over to the door, not really concerned with looking through the peep hole. I opened the door. All it took was the blonde hair to slam it closed. I quickly locked the door. Why the hell was Niall at my house? No this is not real this is a figment of my imagination.

I placed my back against the door, leaning all my weight on it as if he would be able to break in even with the door locked.

I closed my eyes and whispered, "Please, let this be a dream," to myself.

"It's not a dream, Isabella," he said. This door is thinner than I thought.

"Oh god. Go away Niall!" I yelled.

"No! I have some things maybe we should talk about, like why you didn't sign a certain paper?!" he yelled back.

"How about no!? You could have called, you jack ass!"

"Isabella! Open up the god damn door!" he yelled. He was getting angry.

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you dropped them off at the door and then left!"

"Isabella let's talk about it. Let's make things right."

"Bullshit! You don't want to make things right! You just want to marry that bimbo!"

"Hey! Don't call her that! You don't even know her!"

"I know enough!"

"Isabella I don't want to fight with you through the door," his voice was more calm.

"Really? As I recall we would fight through the door all the time when we were married. How many times have you come home after a long tour, then leave me to get drunk and spent the night outside on the doorstep begging for me to let your drunk ass in? Well I am doing what I should have done a long time ago Niall Horan!"

"As I recall you would always let me in after a couple minutes of begging," he said. He was right, I would always cave and let him in. This brought back so many memories that I couldn't help but cry. I didn't understand why I was crying I was extremely angry.

"Just go away Niall," I said my voice shaky. I couldn't let him see me like this.

"Isabella?" he whispered. I didn't answer. "Isabella?" he said knocking lightly. I still didn't reply. "Is?" he said. I broke out in more tears. My nickname called by his familiar voice.

"What?" I said, the sobs stuck in my throat. I wiped my tears away from my eyes.

"Are you crying?" he asked. I laughed at myself. I was laughing while crying, I'm falling apart.

"No."

"Please don't cry," he whispered. He knew me all too well.

"Just put the damn papers in the mailbox, I'll sign them," I said accepting defeat.

"No, not this way," he said.

"God damn it Niall. Do you want them signed or not?" I said.

"Not when your this way."

"What way? I'm perfectly fine."

"No your not. Can we talk about this?"

"Niall, I accept defeat. I'm giving you what you want so now give me what I want and leave and never come back. Have a nice life." Sure it was mean but it was for the best.

"A little harsh don't you think?" he whispered.

"You know what? It might be, but its the truth. I don't want or need you in my life anymore. We are done. We are over. So goodbye, I wish you all the happiness in the world for you and your new wife."

I literally felt a pain in my chest. My heart was breaking. It hurt so much to say that. It was quiet.

"I bet those words tasted bitter coming out of your mouth." He knew me way too well, it made this so much more difficult.

"Please Niall, just leave. Don't hurt my more than I already am. I'm begging you, please." I was done with him, with everything.

"Ok, but I will come back, I promise you." I started to sob uncontrollably. I just sat there and cried.