Niall One Shots

This Town

Niall wakes up, doing the familiar motion of rolling over to give you a good morning kiss... But nobody was there. He sighs and rolls back over, staring at the ceiling. It had been up to a year since you left him. But the smell of your perfume was still stuck in the air... It's hard.

Every piece of you remained with him, it haunts him—it lingers. Just yesterday, he thought he saw your shadow running around.

Nothing ever changes. Especially in this small town.

This is where you two met and where you two broke up. Niall is trapped here, so far from the stars. All he wants to do is tell you everything... Especially the words he was never able to tell you the first time around.

You're beautiful. Breathtaking. Kind. Thoughtful. Loving.

All those words were always on the tip of his tongue. The ones he wished he could tell you now. Wish he could tell you tomorrow... The ones he should have said then.

The memories of you weren't going anywhere... Ever. He remembers from when the two of you were children, playing in the fairground. Times were easier. Holding hands, sneaking kisses... Niall wishes that you both were living in that time, letting it be on repeat.

Niall sits up and runs his hand through his hair, his thoughts making him want to stay in bed.

He isn't over you. Not even a little.

"Niall, I can't do this anymore." You said quietly, eyes brimmed with tears, "You are all I know—"

"Is that so bad, Y/N? I am lucky to have you as one of the only women I know." He replied quietly, his own tears escaping, tracing down his cheeks.

"I need to get out of here. Get away. Experience the world. I can't just be the girl who never left Mullingar, going to the same pub over and over, and being with the same man forever. There is the entire world waiting for me!" Your voice was thick; you were trying hard to swallow so you didn't cry in front of him. Make it harder. "I'm moving out. I'm moving back in with my parents and I am going to see the world."

Niall still tries to understand you, understand your choice. Even with your desire for the world, he'd find you anywhere, drive over highways and byways to be there with you. Let the whole world dance while he dances with you. Everything comes back to you, it was the only truth.

He gets up, padding over to his to bathroom. He sighs as he takes in his tired face. You are with someone new. Seven months. It took you 200 days to get over him, to move on...

"Mate, she's back home." Harry said quietly, looking up at his sad-eyed friend.

You had been gone for five months, traveling to America and over Europe and Asia. During all of that, Niall couldn't bear to look at any forms of social media, seeing your eyes... Your smile. It just would drive the knife deeper.

"Home?" Niall asked, distractedly.

"Yeah... But, Niall—look at me." Harry spoke lowly. Only when the big blue eyes met his, he continued, "She's dating Matt now..." You had been since you got home from your international travels. You didn't even tell Niall. Like you had promised him you would. So the two of you could pick it up where you two left off.

Niall blinked slowly, "Matt... Matt Goulet?" He was more of an acquaintance to Niall, which only made it worse.

"Yeah buddy." Harry nodded. "I'm so sorry."