Forgotten || n.h

Chapter Sixteen

Skylar's POV

I groan as I feel the sunlight hit my face. I groan again because holy fuck my head hurts. I lay there rubbing the sides of my head, begging for the pain to go away.

My eyes open and I was greeted by an empty side, although the space beside me felt so lonesome, I realized I was dressed in his tshirt. Memories from last night were like a huge blur, I don't remember anything. Maybe my drunk self just wanted his shirt.

After fixing myself up, I run downstairs in my his shirt hoping to see him there sat on the table, I smile biting on my lip in hope, but when I reach the dining table it was empty. My heart aches and so does my head but right now my heart hurts much more. Maybe he went out. Yeah. Maybe.

"Ugh" I groan again as I slightly hit my head on the wall, instantly regretting anything I could've done last night.

"You okay?" I hear my mom ask chuckling.

"No. Remind me that hangovers don't exactly feel great." I murmured as she laughed.

"Good morning." She beams.

"Morning." I sigh, sitting on one of the counter chairs.

"Oh by the way. Who took me home last night?" As I took a sip from her cup of coffee.

"Uh. Niall." She says, my heart stops. Really? But-

"Where is he?" I ask.

"He left, just this morning." Her tone flat.

"Oh what time did he said he'd be back?" I ask, hope rushing through me.

"He won't." She sighs and I laugh.

"No really mom, seriously what time?" I slightly laugh as she stares at me for a moment.

No.

Please God no.

"No. No he can't. He won't." I bite on my lip fighting back tears.

I run up to my room to in fact find non of his things anymore. I start to dial his phone number but it keeps sending me to voicemail. Everything he said yesterday, I thought he didn't mean it, I thought maybe he would change his mind. That maybe he loves me enough to never leave.

But I was wrong.

I grab my moms keys, leaving the house in his tshirt and leggings. I start the car and left the driveway. My fingers tap impatiently on the wheel as I try my hardest to reach the airport. I know he's heading back home, he wouldn't stay here. I know it, he hated this place as much as I did. I felt like my heart was about to explode. I don't think driving while still hangover is a good idea but I don't know what is right or wrong anymore. All I could think about right now is stopping him from leaving me, I sound desperate I know, but I don't care.

For what seemed like years, I finally reach the airport. I park my moms car in the nearest parking spot, in a rush to get inside. After going through security, I find my way in a large crowd, I guess I was hoping it not to be busy today but I guess my luck just ran out. Pushing through the crowd with a sharp eye, I begged to the heavens that I'm not too late, some were staring at me now, but I was too busy trying to stop the guy who promised me he won't leave me to even care. My lips part, my heart stops and my feet glued to the floor as I stare at him, his eyes bloodshot, his cheeks red and his lips oh God his lips. He stood in a line and almost about to board the plane. I carry my feet, pushing through the crowd, my breathing heavy, I stop at my tracks, a few feet away from him and he has no idea I'm here.

"Don't you dare get on that plane." I bit, he freezes and turns around before he could give his ticket.

"Skylar." He breathes.

"Don't you even dare leave." I bit, tears falling from my eyes.

People were staring at us now, probably expecting one of those movie like airport scenes, believe me I was too. I wanted to run in his arms and kiss him but right now I doubt it would even happen.

"You promised." My voice broke.

His eyes filled with worry, but he doesn't move, he just stands there staring at me.

"Please." I beg.

At this point I know was being pathetic. He walks towards me and right now all I want to do is wrap my arms around him.

"If you get on that plane right now expect to never see me again." I choke.

He stares at me for a moment, before holding my face in his hands, he kisses me, but it doesn't take away the pain. It was a bitter kiss, I knew what he was doing. He pulls away and stares at me for one last time, without any word he walks away and gives the lady his ticket.

I couldn't speak despite wanting to scream at him. I could hear my heart break in a million pieces. Before I knew it I was running, fast, out the door and back to my car. I sat on the pavement, back leaned against the car door. I press my palm against my lips holding back whimpers, biting on my finger as tears fell down my cheeks.

I don't understand.

I don't get it.

How could he just leave after everything?

He promised.

He promised.

He fucking promised.