The Unlucky Pick // Sequel to TLP

Chapter 14

hiii

ok so uh

this chapter contains mature content if ur picking up what i'm putting down

however, [some of] it wasn't written by me

some of the smut was written by my friend julianna, but she's not on wattpad.

thANKS JULIANNAAAAA

anywhooo, yeah, if you're uncomfortable with - just gonna be blunt here - sex scenes, i advise you to stop reading at "i can make you feel so good" *awkward cough* bc tbh yes its pretty raunchy shit after that

hAPPY READING XO

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Niall Horan's POV

I felt empty.

I couldn't function.

All I was able to do was stare at the screen of my phone and at the text Megan had sent me earlier.

From: The fiancee ! Xx

I'm done with you, Niall. I never want to talk to you again. Don't even bother texting me back. We're over.

Our relationship of three years, just thrown away like that. I couldn't handle it. She didn't even give me the chance to tell her what really happened. She didn't even break up with me face to face. She had simply broken up with me, cancelled the wedding, and destroyed any hopes I had left of her even just listening to what I had to say - in one simple text.

I couldn't bring myself to reply, or call her, or try and win her back over.

I was overcome with emotions - I felt a crazy amount of pure anger raging through me because of Sam, an unreal amount of sadness (but not enough to take away the anger I was feeling), and confusion, all at the same time.

I knew Megan probably better than anyone else in the world - and it wasn't like her to so easily throw away something like this. And if she really loved me like I thought she did, she wouldn't do this to me.

What hurt the most was the tweet she had posted just moments after texting me. She hadn't even waited for me to reply - not that I was going to - and had just announced our break up to the world. 'All he ever did was bring me down', was what she had said about me. That sentence upset me so much. Because while I was under the influence she loved me, she apparently only felt that I brought her down and that now, she was glad I was out of her life.

I really thought she loved me as much as I loved her. I thought I had found the girl who I was to spend the rest of my life with, and to still be with at our old age while our children and grandchildren came to our house every once in a while, and we'd argue with each other like an old married couple, which would be exactly what we were. And people would laugh at our bantering while we tried not to, keeping up an act of getting on each others nerves - which we would - but deep down inside feeling a huge amount of love for one another. I wanted that with her, more than anything else in the world. Because she was my world. Before, I had taken her for granted. I had just thought she would always be there. We were engaged, after all, and were supposed to be getting married in less than a year, and now, suddenly, this was all taken away from me. By that one bloody text.

Even though I tried hard to fight back my tears, I failed. Tears started streaming down my face and I held my head in my hands.

My body shook as I let out sobs, unable to contain myself any longer. Because once I started crying, I couldn't stop.

I cried for quite a while, but when I thought of Sam, my mood started to change. Within an instant, I had went from a crying mess to feeling furious inside. This was all her fault.