BROOKE'S POV
Harry drove Niall, mum, Skyler and I to the airport and the rest if One Direction and Gemma met us there. Niall helped with my luggage. I didn't have much, just a carry on. I left some of my clothes back home, so I can use those. But Niall wanted to help me anyways.
Everyone walked through the small airport with me and to my gate. I was holding Niall's hand the whole time, giving each other a squeeze every so often. I told myself I wouldn't cry, but obviously that was going to fail.
We got to my gate and I turned to Niall, still holding his hand. "Well... I guess I'll see you later," I'd rather say that than say good bye.
"Yeah," Niall took a deep breath, "I'll see you later."
I gave Skyler, mum, Gemma, and the rest if the boys hugs. "I'm gonna miss you sweetie," mum said to me.
"I'll miss you too," I replied. After I gave everyone hugs and said goodbye, or see you later, I gave Niall one last hug and turned towards my gate and started walking to it.
I was just about to give the lady my ticket when I head someone yell, "BROOKE!" I turned around to see Niall running towards me. The lady who was taking tickets looked annoyed, but I couldn't care less. I hugged Niall and didn't want to let go. He looked down at me and out lips met. He kissed me passionately and pulled me closer.
I pulled away when it was announced that this was the last call for my flight. "Bye Niall," I said, holding on to his hand for as long as my arm would stretch. As my arm fell to my side and my hand was holding nothing, I felt a single year slide down my cheek. 3 weeks without Niall. 3 weeks away from my newfound home. 3 whole weeks.
NIALL'S POV
I watched as Brooke walked to her plane. I stood by the big window and watched her plane leave the ground. I felt a tear or two filling my eyes. 3 whole weeks.
"Time to go Niall," Harry said, putting his hand on my shoulder. I slowly turned around and walked with everyone else out of the airport.
We got back to Harry's house and of course went down and played FIFA. Don't get me wrong I love playing FIFA but I'd rather not right now. "Niall, do you want to be on my team?" Louis asked, staring at the TV clicking away at his controller.
"Uh, I'm gonna sit this one out," I said, laying back. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy. "What?" I asked.
"You almost never sit out on a game of FIFA!" Louis said.
"Well my girlfriend never leaves to America for 3 weeks," I said, a little more mean than intended.
"Geez, calm yo tits!" Louis replied.
So the boys played FIFA and I just watched. And thought about Brooke. Damn it's only been one hour and I miss her too much. This is going to be the longest 3 weeks of my life.
After the boys finished playing, I didn't care enough to look at who won, we went upstairs. "So, Skyler, since we played a game we wanted to play, what do you want to do?" Liam asked Skyler.
"I don't care, let's just take a nap," she replied.
"I agree! Good night," I said, walking down the hallway, not knowing where to go. I walked into a familiar room, Brooke's room. I laid down on her bed and immediately fell asleep.
I woke to someone caressing my face. I slowly opened my eyes to find Louis two inches from my face. I quickly moved away, a little freaked out about how close he was to me. "Good, you're awake," he said, standing up.
"Well you did wake me up..." I said in a duh tone.
"Well get up and by the way... That pink and purple duvet really compliments your eyes," Louis said with a laugh.
"Shut up." I got up and made her bed quickly, then joined Louis out in the living room with the other boys.
"Nice of you to join us," Liam said, patting the seat next to him, where I sat down next to him.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, confused.
"No, just something we need to discuss," Harry replied.
"We talked to our manager whilst you were getting your beauty sleep and he said Skyler and Brooke can come with us to London!" Liam said.
"Oh my gosh! Really?!" Skyler said jumping up and down.
"Yeah!" Louis restated.
This is awesome! I can't wait to tell Brooke!!
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