**Niall’s POV**
Rain pounds against the windows of my car, the sound continuous and making my head spin from the loud sound. I need to stop. Need to pull over and stop driving. I can’t drive when I’m not even focused on the road or on anything around me! But I don’t stop. I just keep on going. I’m not so sure where I’m going, exactly. But I guess I’ll find out when I decide to stop.
"I’m going to be late for class," Her locker shuts quietly as she turns to me, giving me one of her apologetic looks.
"Always so worried about getting into trouble," I tease, reaching to pinch her cheek. Y/N pulls a face at me, slapping my hand away before taking a step back, making the distance between us larger.
"I’m serious. I don’t want to get detention," There’s a smile on her face that doesn’t match the tone of her voice, one that tells me she doesn’t care if she gets detention today. The bell rings, the sound echoing through the halls and across school grounds.
"You’re already late. No point in arguing now, Y/N." I allow a wide grin to surface, holding my extra books that don’t fit in my backpack under my arm, tucking them close so I won’t drop them. "C’mon. Just this once. You don’t wanna grow old just to say you never skipped a class in high school." I can see her patience level rising, and she glances at me before her eyes flicker down the hall to her next class. All the classroom doors will already be closed and locked for the period.
"Fine. Where are we going?" Y/N lets out a sigh, giving in all too easily. To be honest I thought she’d be a tougher nut to crack.
"Just come with me," I wave my hand at her before turning in the opposite direction of her class. I watch her hesitate one last time before turning to follow quickly behind me, jogging to catch up with my quick pace.
My hands grip the steering wheel as I squeeze my eyes shut momentarily. I know she had trusted me that day, that we wouldn’t go anywhere we weren’t supposed to be or do anything we weren’t supposed to be doing. Besides skipping school, of course. But she trusted me with something so small and simple. And she trusted me with much bigger things before. I just couldn’t always meet her expectations, I guess.
"Will you relax?" A laugh leaves my lips along with the question pointed towards Y/N, who’s standing with her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes glare in my direction. "Nothing’s gonna go wrong. Just a little longer and we’ll leave, promise." I guess the party isn’t all Y/N’s area of comfort, I didn’t think she would’ve minded, really. Yet she still gives me a doubtful look, her eyes flickering towards the beer bottle I have clasped in my hands.
"Everything’ll be fine. Trust me,"
I used those words too many times with her. Trust me, Y/N. I guess it’s just because I knew she’d do it, that she’d trust me and continue doing what we were doing or to start something that was out of her comfort zone. I pushed her too many times and she finally snapped. She finally made me realize what I was doing. I still can’t believe she let me push her around. I know she was smart enough to know what I was doing, even when I wasn’t. So why didn’t she stop me until now?
Go away. I hate you. Trust me, Niall.
She’d thrown my own words back at me. And it stung pretty bad. And those words bothered me for months. Until new ones replaced them, in my voice mail on my phone, not ten minutes ago, two minutes before she got on a plane to move away, without even telling me she was leaving until now.
“I love you, Niall. I don’t hate you. I’ll miss you. I hope you’ll miss me too. But I’ll be fine. Trust me.”
