Man Who Can't Be Moved..-Niall Horan Love Story

Kryptonite.

Cassie's POV.

"Good to be back home." I said as I walked through the door to my new flat. 

I've been living on my own..well, with Isabelle and Rob. They practically live here and I have two extra rooms. 

My house is huge..The living room has a whole wall thats like windows and a view of London. My room, the wall next to my window wall as well is brick and then my bed is huge. I have a walk in closet.

I've set up a pretty cool place if I do say so myself. I needed to get out of that house for a bit. I still go and clean it..but Niall is coming home tomorrow, and I've told him, well indirectly told him..Harry did it for me. He told me Niall cried himself to sleep that night..and every night since I left. 

It tears me apart knowing he's so broken..but no one but the walls of my room knows I've been doing the same for 5 months. 

Anyway, it's been good. I've gone back to school for about two months to get my major in writing and journalism..sort of.

I missed school..well, no I didn't, I just missed having something to do other than work. 

I still check Niall's twitter and stalk him on tumblr..but that's only late at night when I can't sleep.

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Niall's POV.

@NiallOfficial: Missed London! So glad to be home! #stillmissingit .xx

I can't believe we're home! I wanna go home, but I dread going without all of Cassie's things there. It's like when she left, she took my heart with her. 

"It's like I've been chasing you down, asking for yoou heart.
But it wasn't your heart I wanted. It was mine.
Cause when you left your took mine with you.
And now I'm missing you more than anything."

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Getting out of the car, looking at my house, but knowing it isn't a home without her was the hardest part. It was knowing that when I walked through that door, she wouldn't be standing there, her arms outstreatched, her smile wide that I'm home and that she missed me. 

Instead, it'll be silent. It'll be quiet and empty, like my heart. It's will be broken and blue, like me. The sun won't shine through the windows cause I'll have closed the curtains. The rain won't softly pound on the roof and put me to sleep. Istead that will fall hard to the rhythem of my tears. The thunder will sing it's sad song along to the soft pounding of my dead and broken heart. The street lights won't shine like how she used to light up my universe.

It's like I was superman and she was kryptonite.

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Cassie's POV.

My last class of the day on Friday got over at 3 and I headed over to Starbucks for my shift until 9.

I liked the strong smell of coffee you could practically taste from a mile away. I loved the people who'd just come in and sit at the tables with their coffees, ever so silently, and sip there coffee, ever so often, and look out the window and watch the passers by. 

They'd watch a mother scold her child, a homeless man holding a cup out for someone's loose change. A girl, guitar in hand, singing with her case open for public entertainment, and money to pay for her college tuition. 

They'd watch the broken and sad girl behind the counter, taking orders and making coffees..they'd see the girl who lost her gold. The girl who's no longer brighter than the stars that shine above. She lost her gold. And it wasn't all her decision.