"it's not you babe it's me"
"Niall- please don't finish that sentence"
"Why?"
"I just... I just can't deal with this right now" Hot tears stream down your face. You speech goes slurred so you don't even listen to what Niall is going to say next. You quickly hang up on him and turn off your phone. You know he's gunna be on stage all night so you don't wanna text him anymore. Your mascara runs down your face, and you climb into bed, holding your favourite teddy. You sob gently, as you don't want you mum to hear. As the night goes on you suddenly feel the need to check Twitter. You scroll down your timeline, looking at the big update accounts as they've posted pictures from the tour tonight. May have the same picture of Niall. He's crying, it looks like during 'little things' or 'over again' They all are going crazy over it 'Why is Niall crying?' is the caption on most and many have come to the conclusion you've had something to do with it. Suddenly something catches your eye, one of the accounts has tweeted
"Niall was seen catching a private jet, whilst the rest of the lads are staying in the venue"
Your doorbell rings.
"Aimee, it's for you" you mum calls up. You look at the clock and realise that it's 11:58 at night. Who would call for me at this point you think. You wipe away your teats and look in the mirror. you eyes are puffy and sore from the crying, you head downstairs. Your mum walks up the stairs as you reach the bottom. You walk into your lounge and on the sofa is Niall. His head has fallen into his hands, you lean on the doorframe and he looks up. His eyes are red from where it looks like he's been crying, and his bottom lip looks dry. He stands up, and opens his arms. you feel your eyes fill with tears again as you walk into his warm embrace. You feel a globule of a tear drop on to your head. You look up into his puffy eyes and he sniffs. you gently place your hand on his cheek and he shakes his head 'i'm so sorry, i-i-i'm so sorry baby" he says through the tears. His voice cracks. it's heartbreaking to hear. You stop him shaking his head and he can hardly look at you.
"Niall babe, it's okay- i understand" you say softly
"i'm such an idiot, i'm so stressed with the tour... and...and oh god" he pants as he wipes his tears away.
"Niall please" you say sweetly. you gently use your thumb to wipe his tears away.
You wrap your arms around him tighter and you just let him cry on you,
"Shhhhhhhh" you say, "it's okay!" you say. You understand now why he was being off, he's tired and stressed.
You take his hand and pull him to the sofa, he sits down and you sit on his lap. He's still crying and you can see just how upset he is. You cups his warm face in your hands and gently kiss him. His lips taste of salt from the tears and his breathing slows down.
"shhhhhh" you say. "we're fine" you say. He looks up at the ceiling, takes a deep breath and looks back down to you. He forces out a smile and you do the same. he runs his hands up your back
"You're amazing, you know that?" he says rubbing your back
"i have been told" you laugh and for a brief second so does he. His eyes glisten under the dim lights and you gently plant a kiss on his lips. You can feel him smiling under your lips.
"i love you baby" he whispers
"i love you more". You pull back from the kiss and he smiles.
"again-i'm so sor-" you cut him off by pressing your finger to his lips
You lean in "shhh" and kiss him again.
"i got my girl back" he says
"she never left" .....
