Forever and Always

Stitches

Songs for the chapter :

Shouldn't come back - Demi Lovato

Stiches - Shawn Mendes

You Ruin Me - The Veronicas

Niall's POV

How the hell did she know about it?

Did somebody tell her about all of this?

Fucking god! I'm gonna kill whoever told her.

It fucking hurts seeing her like this, beeing drunk because of me, crying because of me, hurting because of me. God, i knew this shit is not a good idea, but i'm to dumb headed to realiz it in the first place. Now, everything is to late. She has ditched me, she left me. It's the right thing to do anyways. I deserve this. I hurted her in the most horrible way.

But these feelings kept kreeping into my body, it's killing me.

Guilt, emptyness, lost, broken, anger to myself and mostly darkness. Combined all of them and you'll have the ultimate killing machine.

When i saw her kissing with that prick, the pain was unbarable but when i saw her, right there, crying infront of me with pure hurt in her eyes, it was the worst. I will kill myself if that helps her to take away the pain that's haunting her. I'd sacrafice anything for her, even my own soul.

I do love her. Even though she doesn't believe me, i do fucking love her so much. I love everything about Emily Washington. Her smile, her giggles, her eyes, her spirit, her heart, her lips, her killer body, her personality, her adorable laugh, the way her arms tensed everytime i touch her skin, the way she moans as i kissed just right under her ear, her jokes which are actuallt not really funny but her affort is so adorable. Everything.

I need her. I want her back into my arms, i need here her with me. I went to her house straight away after the stupid party, i knocked for millions of time but she didn't opened the door. I slept on her doorway, waiting for her. But, she's not there. I'm thinking she probably went to a hotel. Fuck.

How the hell could i possibly find her? There are thousands of hotels in London. Damn it! I cleched my fist tightly as i drink another glass of pure red wine from my fridge and stood up, taking my phone from the table and started to call either Keysha or Carol. But, ofcourse, none of them answered me. I've left thousands of texts and voice mails to Emily, but still she doesn't reply.

"We're done"

That words kept crawling up into my head every second. We ended. We're through. God no! Fuck!

This break-up has aready got spread all over the world and ofcourse, some of the fans are happy, but most of then are actually angry at me. As soon as they saw Emily coming out with tears the other day when i kissed Selena, most of the fans started to be mad at me. But i don't really care that much though, all i care about is Emily. What is she doing? Is she alright? Is she broken? Or is she happy?

Ofcourse she isn't happy. What an idiot.

I let out a sigh before opening twitter and clicked Emily's profile to check did she tweeted anything, but no. None. The last tweet was a selfie of the both of us at her house a few days ago. I remember it perfectly, Emily was trying her new clothes and i told her to try it with my hat, she looked stunning as always. Black striped leggings with dark navy blue sweater and a pair of chocolate boots. We were laughing because of some jokes of mine, and i pulled up my phone and we both smiled. It was a beautiful day. We looked so happy there and i would just about anything to make it happend again.

To make us happen again.

I started to search for any sign of her anywhere and soon, i found and update account of me and her and i know where she is. I look at my watch and it says 6 p.m