City, Stars and Niall Horan

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Teagan's outfit is on my profile

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CITY STARS AND NIALL HORAN

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It was a knock at the door that woke me up. Groaning, I checked the time. 5am on a Sunday morning, who the hell would be up and at my door?

Niall, my thoughts answered. You didn't exactly give a straight answer last night and his plane for LA is now.

 

Grabbing a robe, I wrapped it around myself before answering the door. As expected, Niall stood there, a suitcase beside him.

"Teagan..." he said quietly. "I really need an answer. My plane leaves in an hour. Are you in, or are you out?"

I'd been reviewing the pros and cons of each for the past month, yet I still hadn't come to a final decision. I'd kept putting it off and putting it off some more, even last night.

He looked at me and I could see the hurt in his eyes that I hadn't responded yet. But every time I thought about answering, the same memories flooded my mind. The way it felt when we broke up. The way it felt when we were in fights. The way it felt when he had to leave at the end, every single time in the past 4 years. I hated that feeling, I hated the pang in my chest, I hated it all. I hated being hurt.

"I'm sorry," I blurted out, looking at my feet. "I-I-I can't,"

Niall gave a curt nod, biting his lip. God, he looked hot when he did that. Taking me by surprise, he pushed me against the door and kissed me reverently, like he'd never kiss me again. He probably wouldn't. Our lips crashed together like waves crashing into the sand; after every part and retreat, they met again. Finally, the wave stopped. Niall backed away, a hint of tears in his eye. A tear of my own fell onto my shirt. I hadn't even realized I was crying.

"Goodbye Teagan." He pressed a kiss to my forehead and was gone. He didn't look back. 

It was a finicky thing, love. Even though I'd chosen the safe, hurt-free option, I felt like my heart had been torn out of my chest anyway. I closed the door with a shaking hand, not bothering to try and make it back to the bedroom. Instead, I collapsed, my back to the door and let the sobs consume me.

*

Colton called me after noon. I was under my sheets, watching Harry Potter movies on my laptop, eating ice cream, and trying to think of anything but Niall. It wasn't working.

"Teagan Sky, I just saw a photo on Twitter of One Direction at LAX Airport AND YOU WERE NOT THERE." Colton said as soon as I picked up.

"I know," I sniffed, eyeing my empty tissue box on my night table. I didn't want to get out of bed and get another one. "I said... no."

A line of curse words came from the other end that burned my ears. I cringed.