I Will Always Love You - A Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter Sixty One

*Charlie*

It had been three days since 'that night' and I haven't left Zayn's apartment. Daniel came back, since he lives here with Zayn now. 

I'm lying in bed when I feel the cold air hit my body. Someone pulled the blanket off.

"Get off," Zayn demands.

"No," I groan, curling into a ball.

"Yes. You have to go talk to him, Charlie."

"Why?" I finally sit up and Zayn comes and sits next to me.

"Because, I have never seen two people love each other more than you two."

I groan again. "I know, I have to see him. I have to set things straight."

"That's the spirit!" he jumps up and smiles. "Oh, did you hear the news?" his smile fades.

I shake my head scrunch my eyebrows. 

"Danielle and Liam broke up."

"What? Why?" I practically shout.

He shrugs. "Liam hasn't told us. They broke up last night."

Note to self, I think. Ask Liam why they broke up.

"Ok, get out so I can get ready. You're driving me."

"I know," he smiles, pleased that he could get me up, and strolls out the room, closing the door behind him.

I get up and change out of my tweety bird shorts and Niall's Jack Will's shirt, and into a pair of black skinny jeans, a white singlet, black ballet flats, and Niall's purple Jack Will's jumper.

Niall.

I hope he is ok.

I grab my phone, say goodbye to a sleepy Daniel, and meet Zayn in the car.

When we get to mine and Niall's house, Zayn stays in the car while I run up and knock on the door, but there is a note taped to it. I pull it off and sit on the porch steps, Zayn coming and sitting next to me.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

I read the note aloud:

"Charlie,

If you are reading this, then I want you to know that I love you with all my heart. I'm sorry for ever hurting you; I have done it a lot. That's why I left. Don't worry, I am safe. You will probably find out where I am by some stupid article in some stupid magazine, and come looking for me. I know I have hurt you so much. I know you probably hate me with all your life. I know you probably don't ever want to talk to me again. But, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. If you break up with me, I understand. As much as it will hurt, I would understand. I love you, Charlie, so fucking much it hurts. From the day I laid eyes on you, till the day I die, I will love you. I'm so fucking sorry Charlie. It kills me to see you in pain. Also, thank you. Thank you for being there for me, when no one else was. Thank you for taking the time to love me, because I can be a pain. Thank you for forgiving me all those times I hurt you. But mostly, thank you for being my bestfriend. I will never find a friend like you, and I don't plan on trying to find someone like you, because it is impossible. I love that I was your first kiss. I love that you were my first love. I love that I was YOUR first love. I love that I made love to you, and I lost my virginity to you, even though we made a promise not to until we were married, with whomever it may be. I love that I am your bestfriend. I LOVE YOU, CHARLIE! I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!

Forever & Always,

Niall."

Zayn hugs me from the side as I cry into his chest. "He's gone, Zayn."

"We will find him," he whispered.

"How can you be so sure?"

As if on cue, a black Cadillac pulls up and Louis and Harry get out.

"What's going on?" Zayn asks, as if reading my thoughts.

"Get in the car." Harry demands.

"Why?"

"We know where Niall is." Louis replies.