Country Music Jesus (One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 24

1 Month Later:

Sarah's POV:

I looked down at the note in my hand, I read it over three times. It was a poem directing me to a place in London, but nobody was home. I had no idea who this note was from, but I reckon its from Niall. The meat stain on the edge sort of gave it away, but it was still cute trying to be annonymous and all. I got out of my blankets, walking to the bathroom to wash my face. It was the first time in over months that i've noticed myself be so skinny. I haven't eaten barely anything since I found out about the miscarage. I know its so unhealthy, but I just don't feel up to it.

I brushed out my hair and put it into tight curls, which i've never really done before. I went back to the room and got out some clothes; I decided on a large oversized grey sweater with the outline of a pizza with gold and black cheetah print to fill it in. I put on my leggings, and combat boots, and a grey beanie aswell. To be honest, this look was much comfortable than the everyday overalls on the farm. Plus it fit the goddam weather that consists of rain, rain and rain.

I grabbed my keys and ran out the door, into the car. I drove all the way to some kind of theater and got out to see why I was sent here. I walked inside the place, looking around the place which looked like a royal theater rather than a normal cinema. I walked up the grand stairs and through a large door, which was huge. I saw Avalynn and Harry on one side, Zayn and Louis on the other and Liam walking towards me. He grabbed my hand, and lead me toward the stage of the theater. I was so confused, where was Niall?

Then I saw him, wearing his usual red polo, khacki's and white supras, just like the first day I met him. Except they looked a bit small on him now, I could tell he was cold. Liam let go of my hand so I could go up to Niall who was waiting there nervously. I slowed down as i walked up to him, I was utterly confused. He looked up at me with such a nervous and hopeful face, I really hope he wasn't breaking up with me.

Zayn's POV:

"S-So you really weren't drunk? Louis' voice cracked, breaking our silence.

"W-Who told you that?!" I asked in utter suprise.

"Doesn't matter." He paused. "So you really are, y'know.. gay?"

"I don't know, I think so." I replied.

He nodded his head, giving me no sings as to what was running through his mind at this exact moment. It could've been anyone, because everyone knew that I liked Louis. I couldn't get mad, maybe it was for the best that he found out. I turned away for a second but couldn't help myself, I had to see what his expression was after hearing me confirm it. I turned my head to face the now making out couple infront of us and with my prorefural vision, I looked at Louis. His head was slightly turned to look at me, and I started to blush.

The fact that I was blushing over a guy was all too new to me, but I guess i'd have to get used to it sometime now. I turned my head to look at him fully, and he smiled at me. I couldn't tell if it was a friendly smile or an 'I understand' kind of smile. His smile was so winning, it could mean anything. I put my hand on his shoulder and hung me head low, feeling slight shame. I possibly ruined our friendship; possibly. "Look, mate. I don't know if it's going to be easy, but i'll deffinately get used to it." He said.

"I'm sorry, I really am, Lou." I sighed.

"Its not your fault, lad." He paused, then leaned in to whisper in my ear, "I think I like you too."

And that's when I really couldn't believe my ears, did he seriously just say that? The hairs on my arms and neck literally stood up on end, the chills kept flowing through my body, his voice got me. I stared at him with a blank expression before breaking into a smile, this could literally be going my way for once. My life could finally be completely perfect in the 'love' area. Yeah, I think this is going to be okay.

Niall's POV:

Liam came up over the stair case, pulling Sarah along with him. When she saw me, I think she relaxed a bit, but then in seconds she was tense again. Probably thinking of worste case scenario's as usual. But when she walked over to me, it was my turn to tense. I was sweating like something that sweats a lot; like a person who just finished a weiner eating contest. I slowly reached forward to grab her hands but she flinched. Did I do something?

I stopped and stared into her confused and nervous eyes. They were so pretty and blue, I couldn't help it, and her lips were so pale pink, and plum I couldn't help but kiss them. I leaned in and kissed her softly, hoping I could do that for the rest of our lives together. I wanted Sarah to feel the same way I do, and mean it too. This was probably going to be the best day ever.

"Hi Sarah." I breathed out.

"Hey Niall?" She giggled softly, sending my heart to pieces.

"You know, I really like you, SarBear." I smiled, kissing her nose.

"You know I really like you too, Nialler" She smiled, scrunching her nose.

"I know. But this time I was hoping for something else. I was hoping you'd feel the way I feel for you. Because every time I look into your eyes, I rethink that crazy fangirl text message I got from you and think, how on earth did I get stuck with this crazy beautiful weirdo? I love waking up to you whether you're grumpy or not, as long as I can see you, i'm okay. I love it when you take food off my plate because I have someone to share with, rather than the goons I call brothers." I chuckled. "I love when something has no humour, though you can't contain your laughter. I love how when you eat until you're full, you get hiccups. I love when your eyes change color, I can tell when there's lust in your eyes and it turns me the fuck on. I love the way you're you, and you don't judge anyone on anything. You give anyone a chance, and are willing to listen on their life story if it makes them feel better." I paused, seeing her tear up.

"Niall I-" She began. "I'm not done." I stopped her.

"I love how annoyed you get with cats, yet you love them so much. I love when you get all dolled up one day, and sit on the couch all day the next. I love how you look so seductive while eating banana's, you know it too. I love how you can literally watch Sam Pepper, Marcus Butler, Casper Lee, Zoella, Mazzi Maz, and anyone on Youtube for hours a day. I love when you talk to yourself, and you don't realize i'm listening, and blush when you see me walk in on you. I love how you always have to have muching bra and under trousers but you can never have matching socks. I love how you call your under trousers 'panties'. I love how indapendent you are, but neady at the same time. I love how cuddly you can be but will attempt to beat me up the next minute. I love how you can out eat anyone, even me. But most of all, Sara Rose Moore. I love you." I said, leaning down on one knee.

"And I know we're young, but its been two years now, and I love you. I love you more than Harry loves his curls, I love you more than nando's, I love you more than anything, and I can't see myself without you. Make me the luckiest leprichon in the world, and fucking Marry Me. Will you please, please marry me?" I smiled.

"Niall, I love you too, you have no idea. You're sweet, funny, adorable, really adorable, you're hot, you're weird, you annoy me, but in the funniest way ever. You're my best friend, and I can't thank you enough for every single memory. But, I can't marry you." She cried.

"Wait what?" I said, standing back.

"No, I can't marry you."

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(This isn't the end, but unfortunately the end is near..) ((Possibly a sequel? Hmmm.....)