Emily was on the sofa, slightly unsure of what to do. As much as she wanted to go back to work, she still had three days before work, so might as well cherish it while it's right there.
Deciding to head back to the guest room, she grabbed the pieces of paper that was once empty yet now scribbled with her handwriting all over. Who knew having a heartbreak would lure her into writing so many?
Reading them again, her mind wandered off to Niall. What was he up to? Has he moved on? It has already been a week, and Emily pondered between the options of confessing her love to Niall. She was positive it was right, and she knew there was no other requirements needed to run back to his arms again; she had always loved him anyways.
Having no experience with this situation, she had found herself depending on Harry and Gabriella who had excellently kicked their relationship off with a kick start. She felt happy since she was a part of uniting them both, but if it weren't for their courage, nothing would've happened.
They were both already in a relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, as the whole week was full of dinner dates, and picnic surprises and Harry keeps picking Gabriella off from work, making him the most perfect boyfriend ever, according to Gabriella. Emily just held in quite a barf from their make out sessions and she has already had enough from Brittany and Niall.
Emily assured them that they hadn't peer pressured her into returning back to Niall (but it was their pure intentions for Emily to feel emotionally wanting Niall back), and Emily thought it would be quite a pleasant feeling. Watching Harry and Gabriella made her slightly sick, but she wouldn't mind if Niall was like Harry.
God, was it wrong to think so? Emily sighed.
Grabbing the sheets of paper, she slowly read them - thinking of a way to confess her undying love for Niall. She never thought this day would come; having trouble of confessing her own love even though she had always been good at writing these kind of romance poems and short stories. If only she understood how difficult it was when she was in college.
As I lay in my bed,
In this empty room,
The silence is straining,
And equal as my mind.
My thoughts linger around you,
And my eyes grow heavy,
My heart grows fonder
As you stay still in my mind,
Forever and always.
Emily laughed at this one. This made her mind wander to one of the nights she had trouble sleeping, and she longed for the cozy and warm feeling in Niall's arms. It only happened for one night, but that was one of the best nights she fell in a deep sleep. Niall made her feel safe, somehow. Simply extraordinary.
I've heard it a thousand times,
"if you love someone enough,
You'll let them go."
But what if,
You didn't want them to?
The thought of Emily leaving Niall behind made her write this one, as she never wanted to leave him but all the thoughts made it hard to breathe, and Emily just needed time away. Writing this from Niall's perspective made it heart-rending, and much more powerful. The emotion behind it made it much more stirring, and Emily's heart soared at how she wanted to say sorry. She'd beg for his forgiveness if it was the only thing required.
You can't forget one's touch
As they hold you in your arms
The heat tingling between your thighs
Is the feeling that drives you wild
Woman could tame man
That is what we know
Until your tongue caresses mine
Laughter erupted from Emily's parted lips since this poem was slightly inappropriate and dirty and she couldn't help but blush at the thought either. This was probably when she heard Harry and Gabriella banging each other in their room, and Emily was a girl; and she may have sometimes where she felt slightly horny? God, this was so embarrassing. She was a virgin, but reading sonnets and poems where sexual scenes happened; she understood how it occurs.
Moving on, she flipped open the last piece she had most recently wrote.
Come back, please
Tell me you're sorry
You were the one who's got it all wrong
Because i have been there
Have always been there all along
Tears were slowly rimming her eyes, and she couldn't help but let out a small whimper. She missed Niall so much, and reading this poem made it all sensitive again. She quickly wiped them away, wanting to never cry over Niall again. There was no use crying, if she could always find Niall back where he was. It was her fault for running away, it was her fault for leaving him when he was pouring his heart out. The poem was shit, since it was never Niall's part to apologize.
Emily was the one who should be apologizing, she was the one who should be coming back to him. The corner of her lips twitched as she found her heart slowly answering the most complicated question ever.
Emily loved him.
Her thoughts were interrupted with the sudden commotion heard from the living room. Taking a quick glance at the clock, she frowned as it was still two hours before Gabriella was supposed to return home. Listening to a man's voice visible in the conversation, Emily sighed. Did Harry purposely bring Gabriella home early? Emily immediately cringed at the thought. Were they going to have noisy and rough sex again? Ugh.
The door was knocked, and Gabriella appeared from behind the only barricade between them. Emily frowned, slightly wondering if they had got the wrong room.
"Ems!" Gabriella happily said before whispering something to the person that was most probably Harry. "Hi."
"I could leave if you want alone time for you and Harry, I mean-"
"Oh, no, no, no. There's no need for that. That wasn't Harry." Emily nodded and frowned. But before she could say anything, Gabriella had spoken first.
"So I was working, and your handsome husband swung by," Gabriella said, pretending to check her manicured nails when she was really excited to tell Emily.
Emily gasped. "Niall?"
"Well, duh. By the way, you didn't tell me he was that good-looking." Gabriella said, smirking once she saw the blush on Emily's rosy cheeks.
"What did he say? What did you tell him? Did he leave you a message or-"
Gabriella raised her finger in the air, and Emily instantly stopped talking.
"Maybe you could ask him?" Gabriella winked.
Emily frowned. "What-"
Gabriella ran to the door, and there he was standing at the door. Emily jolted up on the bed, her blue eyes meeting those familiar blue oceans once again. She watched the smile that crept onto his lips, and she saw all of his emotions exploding in his eyes.
God, she missed those eyes so much.
"Millie?"
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deathwish • horan
Fanfic"Can't you see? You're the one that I need." in which poetic words were used against him, but he was the one who struggled to make her understand niall horan au. ©calmnarrie 2015
