Trust me (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Leaving

September 28, 2013

Hey Directioners! I finally found time to update! This is a cute chapter about Niall and Raylin...

So I hope you like it!

Love you guys!

-xXWhiteSoulXx-

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-Nialls POV-

The next day was a blur. Everything seemed like it was going way to fast and I had to catch up to everyone. I just wanted it to slow down because this was the last day with Raylin. This morning she made breakfast for me. Smiling as she set down the bowl of baked oatmeal. Through the whole breakfast! we chatted like I wasn't leaving. Like it never crossed our minds. None of us knew what to say so we didn't say anything.

Just being lazy and watching the telly was something I would miss. I would miss this a lot. Just being with her was something so simple, but the next day I wouldn't have this. I would be looking at a computer screen trying to cover up that I was okay. Before I knew it the sun had gone down and Raylin was asleep in my arms. I tried to pick her up without waking her, but she stirred and opened her eyes.

"Niall?" She asked me still half asleep.

"Yea?" I asked.

"Have you packed yet?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I don't know probably because I'm lazy."

"I'll do it."

"Raylin I can-"

"You stayed up late last night. You need to sleep. You leave tomorrow."

"Ralyin-"

"Please?"

"Okay." She let go of me and put her feet on the ground. She softly pried my arms off of her and took my hand and lead me to our bedroom. She lightly pushed me on the bed and pulled the covers over me

"Good night Niall."

"Night babe."

-Raylins POV-

I smiled as he fell asleep. I knew he was tired. I could see it throughout the day, but he didn't want to admit it. I pulled out his suitcase and began packing. I pulled in various amounts of outfits and hats. Niall loved his snap backs. He had so many of them. Snap backs and shoes, those were the things he liked to buy the most.

It's been months and Nialls Irish accent had not changed at all. It was surprising because my accent had grown softer the before. Random thoughts ran though my head as I packed. At last I was done. I was OCD like so it was neatly stored in the suitcase.

I pulled the suitcase into our bedroom by the door. Paul said he would pick Niall up and I could go along too, but I decided not too because I would be emotionally drained by the time he needed to leave for the plane. I cried a lot. It was something I did. I guess you could say I am emotional.

I slipped into bed, Nialls arm wrapped around my waist. I giggled that he did that in his sleep. I closed my eyes and listened to the music in my head.

The alarm went off an hour early and Niall and I are restless. we didn't need to be up this early and we couldn't go back to sleep so we just laid there together wishing we didn't have to be apart. Niall was humming an unfamiliar song and I was playing with the blonde locks. He was going today, he was really going. Going away for a total of eleven and a half months. For an hour Niall and I just cuddled and whispered little unimportant things in each others ear.