Will it Last?(Sequel to Was it Love?)-Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 12

My feet started hurt, my heavy weight just too much to handle. I turned the corner, my little house now coming in to view. I trudged along the sidewalk, trying to avoid the puddles. I saw a shadow sitting on my doorstep. As I walked closer an outline of a man appeared. His head was hung low, his forearms resting on his knees. I was unsure if I should approach or just keep on walking to my mother's house.

After walking a little bit closer I finally realized who it was. It was Niall.

My heart dropped in my chest. Even the sight of him was enough to make me cry. Why was he here? He should be gone, off with his future wife. If I wasn't pregnant I would have ran away, trying to avoid talking to him or even seeing him. The sound his voice, the sight of his familiar face would cause me to break down, right in front of him.

I took another couple of steps forward and stopped right before the pathway that lead up to my house. He looked up, his face getting a little bit brighter after he saw me. He stood up and walked down a couple steps, stopping just after the last step.

A hot tear ran down my face, blending in with the rain. I clenched my fists at my sides. I was so angry with him. How could he leave me just like that? After everything he said to me that day. I took a couple steps forward, standing in the middle of the path. The only thing stopping me from the comfort and safety of my home was Niall.

"What the hell do you want?" I said through gritted teeth.

"Isabella I know you don't want to hear this right now and your angry at me, but I need you to listen to me for just one minute," he said coming closer. I thought about it for a minute. Should I let him talk or should I just keep walking? Everyone should get a chance to redeem themselves, so I gave him his minute.

"I'm listening."

He came closer meeting me in the middle.

"I know I am jerk, and an asshole and just a whole bunch of things for doing what I did to you. And I don't just mean walking out. I mean literally everything. I mean the divorce, the nights and days I wasn't there. The times I never came home. Forcing you to move away from your family and friends. Leaving you when you told me to stay. Signing those papers and handing them to you without talking to you. Not telling you that I was getting married. Just everything I've done that has made you feel upset, alone or angry." I was interested now, I wanted to hear more.

"I went back to the hotel just completely unaware of what I just did. I was just so-I just couldn't- I don't know what I was thinking. All I know was that I got back to the hotel and saw Katelyn but I pictured you instead. And I realized that I should have been happy and excited that I got to move on with my new life, but I wasn't. I was angry, upset, hurt, lonely a-and hear-heart broken." I stared at him in shock. Is what he said real? Is he trying to infer that he needs me and has feelings for me? I wasn't sure.

"Look what I'm trying to say is that when I told you that I needed you in my life and that I couldn't live with out you, I meant it. And when I told you, you were my one and only princess, I meant it." The tears started to pour out of my eyes. What was he trying to do?

"Niall I-" He placed his hands on either side of my face, his lips crashing into mine as he pulled face towards his. I gasped and pushed him away. "Niall no!" I yelled. He was engaged.

"I love you Isabella, I know you do too," he said calmly.

"You're engaged Niall!" I said sobbing.

"Not anymore," he said. He pulled out a sparkling gold ring. I covered my mouth, trying to hold in my sobs. "Just say it, and I'm yours."

"Niall you just can't do this to me. You can't just expect me to take you back after all the shit you have put me through!"

"I know, I know I don't deserve you. And you shouldn't take me back. But I promise if you do, I will be the husband I never was. The husband you always wanted. Just please give me one more chance." He wrapped his hands around my face looking in the eyes. "Please." His voiced cracked, it weak and fragile. He placed his forehead against mine. I watched the rain drip down his seemingly perfect face.

I wanted him, I wanted him so bad. I wanted to hold and kiss him again. But what if it doesn't work out? What if he breaks my heart again? Will it last? Then I remembered what Joan told me, the whole reason I got married and was happy for most of my life. "Don't worry about any of the heartaches you may face, just worry about being happy in the present, because if you find a way to be happy in the present you will find a way to be happy in the future."

"I love you, Niall," slipped from my mouth. He smiled and closed eyes as I watched what seemed to be a tear fall from his eye.

"I thought I would never hear those words from you again," he said pulling me close. I buried my face in his neck. It felt so familiar and comforting, I never wanted to let go. He let go of me and got down on one knee. My tears of sadness turned to tears of joy.

"Isabella Horan," he said. I couldn't believe this was happening. I nodded at a lost for words.

"Would you make me the happiest man alive and marry me again?" I couldn't speak, I was so choked up that no words could escape, so I nodded instead. The widest smile crept on my face. He stood up quickly.

"Yes?" he said unsure.

"Yes!" I repeated.

"Yes!" he yelled. That genuine smile formed on his face. He pulled me close, kissing me. This time I kissed back with all my heart. I longed for this feeling for so long and I finally got it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, his arms wrapped around my waist. I could feel him smile in the kiss. He let go of me breaking our kiss and pulled something out of his pocket. It was the divorce papers. I watched him rip it up in to tiny pieces and throw it over his shoulder.

"We don't need those anymore," he said. I watched the pieces blow away in the wind, almost as if the past and all the hurt and pain were blowing away too.

"I told you I would love you forever," he said grabbing my hands.

"Forever."

But now the question was, will it last?