We Found Love (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

The Awaking/ End

Niall's POV

"Niall James Horan!" Mum screams. I really don't want to be bothered right now. I know what I did was wrong, but anxiety took over and got the best of me. You think I wanted to see her cry again and realize I was the one who made her cry? You're dead ass wrong if you think I was okay with seeing that. Even if she didn't love me the way I love her, there's no way any of that was okay. We could still be friends if she didn't love me, but now I think I ruined that chance. "Yes, Mum," I respond. Her frame and my dad's appears in the living room doorway, "What did you do to her? And you didn't even say bye!? Your father and I raised you better than that. Did you even give her a chance to tell you she loves you back?" I roll my head back, "Mum I don't want to talk about this right now". "But we're going to," dad's voice thrills. "Just two days ago, you were telling me and Greg you love her and you didn't want us trying to ruin your chance with love, but you pretty much just destroyed it yourself". I feel a tear roll down my cheek, fuck! "I was scared, okay? I didn't want to hear her reject me!" Mum's soft voice comes in, "But, Niall, you know she loves you and you love her too. You can't let fear take over your life". "You know she's fifth-teen, right?" I question. Mum nods, "Yeah and what's the deal?" "What would people say?" "Don't let them get in your way of love, honey. They can judge, but they can't tell you who to love! That's God's choose". Mum had a point, but what was I to do now?

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That night my flat, I can't go to sleep. The only thing on my mind is Mal. Why did I ever let her go? Biggest mistake in my life. I've got to be the world's biggest idiot from my actions today. If only I gave her time to answer, to say she loved me back, this won't be happening right now. I'd be talking to her right now while she was on her flight back home and I'd be able to sleep and be rested for our Summer 2013 Take Me Home Tour meeting tomorrow. Why am I such a fucking dumbass? I pick the phone up to call her or at least text her, but I fail. I'm a coward.

I wake up the next morning tired and weak, but I have no other choose but to get my ass up and get ready for this meeting. After 2 hours of sleep, I can barely do anything. When I am finally dressed, I'm walking down to the car out front waiting for me. On the drive to Zayn's flat, I feel myself getting sleepy from just sitting there. Zayn's actually on time for once and when he gets into the car the questions start rolling. "Lad, you look bad. Rough Night? How was Malory's stay? I haven't talked to you in a while lad. But that's understandable. Did she meet your folks? Do ya think they liked her?" "Zayn, I'm sure they loved her, but I'm not up for talking yet. Long night". Zayn takes my hint and shuts down his questions. When we pull up to the building there are fans lined up by the door. Zayn stops to talk to a few, but I just stand and wait for him to finish. He's in the middle of taking a picture when a girl tugs on my coat sleeve. "Where's Mal? I thought she'd be here with you," she ask me. Great just what I needed, someone else bringing her and my great mistake up. "She went home," I simply answer and head for the building without Zayn as it starts to pour. England weather.  

When I get to the meeting room, Lou, Har, and Liam are already there and I wish I waited for Zayn to finish because now I have to face their questions. I roll my eyes before taking a seat. "You look tired mate!" Lou screams at the top of his lungs. I whack myself in the head, "I am". "Long last day with the princess, I'm guessing?" Liam ask. I shake my head. "Are you sure? I've seen some of the stories online," Har adds. I bring my hand down to the table, "I don't want to talk about it," I growl. Zayn and our team walk through the door officially dropping the subject. I silently thank the heavens. Lou's eyes go wide and full with hurt, "Sorry, we didn't mean to push ya". I feel like a complete jerk now and I want to make amends, but I can find my voice.

About two hours into our meeting, we hear a sectary call, "Ma'am you can't go back there! There is a meeting in progress!" That moment a dripping wet Malory walks through the door, hair completely wet and clothes sticking to her body; standing with red puffy eyes and tears still streaming down her cheeks. I automatically get up from my seat. What the hell was she doing here?