This is the final part of YFM. Thank you so much for every single person who has supported me, Allie, and Niall throughout the story. Whether you were here from the beginning or have just recently become a fan, thank you. I've gotten more support from this story than I could ever hope possible. I just can't believe it's over.
To everyone who is reading this: thank you. I love each and every one of you so much more than you could possibly know. You are the most beautiful people in the whole world, and, if I could, I'd give you all backstage passes to the boys' show and one billion dollars.
I can't say it enough. Thank you. Thank you for being patient when I couldn't write, and thank you for loving these characters even half as much as I do.
Maybe I'll see you around sometime.
Until then, au revoir.
-Nathalie.
(P.S.: I hope you like the epilogue. Oddly enough, the idea for the epilogue inspired me to write this story way back in April '12.)
One Year Later;
n i a l l ' s p o v.
It was warm that day. All day it was warm, the sun beating down on the dark pavement. Sweat drips down your face and soaks into your clothes, doors stay firmly shut protecting their tenants with their shields of air conditioning. The air is thick with summer.
No one could get me out of the house that day.
"She'll be there, Niall. I know she will," Harry said with confidence, sitting on the floor of my room.
"You can't know that," I told him, fluffing up my hair for the fiftieth time today.
"Trust me. I know she will. Just stop worrying," he told me, rolling his eyes at my obvious lack of control over my nerves. But I couldn't help it.
I was going to see Allie today.
It had been one year since I had seen her. It was rough, I'll admit, but I knew she was happy. I had gotten through it. We had toured a little more this year, which left me little time to worry about this moment. But now it was here. And I was freaking out.
"Niall, it's five!" I heard Louis call from downstairs.
"Shit, Harry, it's five," I cried.
"Go get 'er, pal," Harry said, nudging me down the stairs.
I took a deep breath. Wow. Okay, wow. Breathe. In, out. It's just Allie. It's just...Allie.
I winced. That name still had power over me.
"Go, mate!" Liam cried from the living room. "You can't be late!" He tossed a set of house keys at me as I approached the door. "Bring her back, will you? Lucy'll want to see her."
Oh, yeah. I hoped Lucy would be back from work by the time Allie got here. Sometimes, it seemed that Lucy had a harder time without Allie than I did. They did practically spend their lives together. But Lucy had committed to a job at that point, and couldn't leave London any more than we could. I bet she'd be happy to see her, too.
Allie.
Allie's coming.
Allie's coming home.
Soon this would all be worth it. All the waiting, all the wishing, all the dreaming. Soon she would be here. Soon, Allie would be back.
I practically sprinted down the steps as I made my way to the coffee shop. Would she already be there? I looked at my watch. 5:07. It seemed doubtable, but she was usually early to things.
I rounded the first corner.
All I could hear was her name echoing inside my head, bouncing throughout my skull. Allie. She had no idea how much I missed her, what I went through without her. The guys knew, Lucy knew. Allie didn't know. All I could hope was that I gave her enough time to herself, to find herself, and that she remembered me, about our promise, and would be here. Oh, she had to be here.
I found myself shaking as I turned the last corner.
Nothing.
I blinked back disappointment. Obviously she isn't here, I chided myself silently. It's not five-thirty yet. So I stuck out a bench and sat down, scrolling through the messages on my phone. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
The minutes ticked by. Five-thirty came. Allie did not. Five-thirty went. I did not. It wasn't until seven o'clock when a jolt to my shoulder awakened me from my stupor.
"Niall, man," I heard Harry say quietly.
"She's coming," I heard my dead voice say. "I know she'll be here."
"Niall," Harry repeated somberly.
"No, really," I told him indignantly, my voice rising. "She's coming. I know she is."
"Niall. She's not coming," Zayn said softly.
The words stirred me, and I felt my anger, frustration, and hurt rise to the surface. "She's coming!" I cried, leaping up and staring them all defiantly in the eye. My soul burned. "She's coming! I know she is, don't you dare tell me she isn't, because she is! She promised." Harry and Zayn stepped back, but Louis and Liam crossed their arms.
"Niall...come on. I'll...get you a drink or something." Liam's voice was hoarse. I tried to imagine what I looked like right now, but I couldn't. Allie's face was branded into my mind, and my chest felt stiff, like maybe if I screamed enough she would come back, but I knew she wouldn't.
Reluctantly I let them take me away, down the street to Harry's favorite pub. They laughed, clinking glasses together and joking with others, but I just sat, sipping thoughtfully. I should have known. How could I be so stupid?
"Whas wrong wit your friend?" one of the boys' new comerades asked with a nudge.
"Girl problems," Harry slurred. "But it's cool. R'igh?" Harry threw his arm over my shoulder.
I shrug it off. "I'm going outside," I announced, setting my cup down and walking, without waiting for a respose, out the door.
The second the cool wind hit my face I was running. I didn't know where I was going, just that I had to get away from here and I couldn't stay because she was everywhere and she was everything and oh God Allie I'm so fucking sorry I screw everything up. I love you. Come back.
It began to rain/
I sat in the middle of the street, underneath the glow of a traffic light, waiting for a car to hit me. The pouring raindrops soaked through my clothes. I wasn't thinking. I waited. I waited to die. My head was buried in my hands. I was so stupid. I had been so ready to see her.
And then I did. Just the outline of her body running down the street through the storm. And I wished with all my heart that it was her. Because I needed to see her. I stood up. She was so close.
Oh, how my memory played tricks on me. I could see her blonde waves whirling behind her, and her pale pink lips parted as she called out my name.
And then she got closer.
I narrowed my eyes.
And then she ran into me.
"Allie?" I cried, picking myself up off the ground in purse astonishment. "Allie!" My voice broke as I wrapped my arms around her, picking her up and spinning her around. It was her. Oh wow it was her.
"Nialli'msosorryitriedtogetherebutmyplanewasdelayedandI--" I cut off her explanation with a kiss.
"Oh my gosh I missed you," I whispered.
"I missed you, too," she whispered back.
And we just stood there, in the rain, with our arms wrapped around each other, holding onto the hope that this could last.
And maybe it could. After all, she is the one that found me.
THE END.
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