Love is war ~ styles

Chapter 11

Niall's POV

2 days remained until I left for the 10 month tour. Not matter how hard I try, she will not forgive me. But. Just keep reminding myself that things can always get worse. At least I didn't kill the guy.

"Let's run c'mon c'mon?" Louis shouted at the boys.

The rehearsals are the same boring thing. I've been hoping Kate would burst through the doors, smile set on her face once she sees me, bearing coffee and her affection for me. Nope. Not even a single trace of her has entered this stadium since.

"Niall lad?" Liam snapped in front of my face, seeing that was a little bit out of it. I queued in, listening to the track being playing.

Zayn started his solo, I was partially spaced out, reminiscing the old times.

"Niall? Are you sure you're well?" His words spoke with precaution. Liam patted my back for comfort.

"Yeah, let's just run it again" I shook my head, clearing all thoughts.

"From the top!" Harry yelled.

I don't care if I never see her again I just want her to know that I'm sorry. I am truly sorry.

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That night I had thought about writing her a letter, texting her until I finally bug her enough for her to answer, knocking on her doorstep, bringing her favorite flowers; daisies, to her, or throwing rocks at her window like the movies. They were all stupid, but I literally had no other way. I felt terrible that see feels this way about me. Since we had been together for such a short time, she probably thinks I'm abusive and scary. But it just was a spur of the moment. I never would do anything like that to Kate. But she doesn't know that. She might never even get to know that. I just want her to know I care. I do.

"Please leave a message after the beep" was the last said before I hung up the phone.

She hasn't touched her phone in weeks. She hasn't tweeted or anything, the media is going crazy because of that as well. But I didn't really care. I stopped caring what they say a long time ago. I tried one more time.

"Hello?" I stood quickly excited I finally got to hear her voice.

"Kate!" My greatfulness shows through my voice.

I didn't actually expect her to pick up. My mouth ran dry of words to say. Of course when the only chance I have to talk to her is when I'm drawing a blank, but when she ignores me I couldn't on and on.

"Holy shit!" I run my fingers through my untouched hair. "Can we talk?" I calm down a bit.

"We are" I missed her sarcasm.

"Can we meet up?" I thought she hung up because of the silence. "Please Kate?" I almost begged for her acceptance.

"Okay" she finally seemed to have found her words.

The few seconds of silence was left. The phone beeped indicating that she had hung up on me. I was excited I had got to talk to her after almost a month. 

Not too late after my phone lit up. 

"5pm, the coffee shop" was what Kate had sent. 

In such a short text, I knew what she ment by "The coffee shop" It had been the coffee shop we had met at. As cheesy as it sounds, I don't care. The little text, ment everything to me. I sound obsessive but I just really like her.