Goodbyes and Surprise Letters

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Ariana's POV

The next few days were kind of boring, I mean we all kind of hung out, and then the last day comes. I wake up in his arms, and his blue eyes were stained with tears.

“What’s wrong, N?”

“I have to let you go today.” From that line alone, I start crying. We sit on the bed, crying for a couple minutes.

“No matter what has happened. No matter what you’ve done. No matter what you will do. I will always love you. I swear it.” I say.

“You too,” His phone rings, and it’s Louis.

“Niall. 2 more hours until we board the bus.”

“Okay. So meet in the lobby in an hour and a half?”

“See ya then.” Lou says, hanging up. He didn't sound too fond of leaving either.

“I don’t want to go!” I say, getting dressed.

“Me neither,” he says, getting dressed as well.

“We’re playing MSG in a couple months. I’ll see you then.”

“Okay.” We pack up for the next little while, and before I know it, it’s time to go downstairs. We go down hand in hand, and the others are already there. We all exchange hugs and stuff, then I go back to Niall, and we stand in each other’s arms for what feels like forever. The tears streaming down my face, and his strong hands wrapped around me. 

“I love you.” he whispers.

“I love you too. And the gifts are great. Thank you. But You don’t need to buy me things. You're all I want.”

“Thanks, Ari.”

“C’mon, boys! Back to the bus!” Paul yells.

“I’ll miss you,” I say as he pulls away, and crashes his lips on mine. He pulls away, and looks back with pain in his eyes. 

"Goodbye," he says.

"Don't say goodbye, because goodbye means going away, and-"

"Going away means forgetting," Niall and I finish together.

"I could never forget this," he promises. 

“Bye guys!” I shout to them. The girls and I sit on the couches and cry together. Ellie plays with her ring, as do I.

“The cab’s here. Bye guys! C’mon Soph!” Sophie and I hug the others and Ellie shouts “Keep in touch about my dress!” 

“Will do!” I shout, climbing into the cab to the airport. We were going back to the city together.  The plane ride was long, but it was great having a friend there. We cried for a while, and then just started talking about stuff. You know, work, TV shows, music, everything.  After the long plane ride, we get our luggage and go our seperate ways. We agree to meet for lunch sometime, and then I hop on the subway back to my apartment.    

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I was checking the mail one day when I got a letter from Niall. Why didn’t he text me he was sending this? It was adressed to The One and Only. I open it, walking up to my apartment, and there’s a hanwritten, tear-stained letter that reads: 

Princess, Wish I was there, to kiss you goodnight.
I wish I was there, to hold you so tight.
I wish I was there, to gaze into your face. 
And wonder why angels, have come to this place.
I wish I was there, to talk all night long. 
Or sit in the presence, of the one that I love.
I wish I was there, to tell you I care.  I wish I was there, to tell you,
You captured my heart and You’ll always be there.

Love,

Your Irish Leprechaun XOX

P.S., I wrote this on the bus, so that’s why it’s messy. Yeah?   

Around the edges, was written I miss you, Princess. I have a present for you. Can’t wait to see you!

I stop in my tracks. Now I know why he didn’t tell me. My eyes get teary that he wrote that. And the fact that he took the time to write it made it so romantic. What was the present? I think of something to write back, as I get back into my apartment. I come up with this:  

Wish you were here to tell me you love me
 sit here alone, the stars up above me
I wish you were here, I’m so cold and so lonely
And now all I want, is for you to hold me
I wish I knew, why God sent me to you
I think I know, it was because you complete me.
I wish to look in your eyes, And look up in the skies
And know when I die, You’ll be at my side.
P.S. I know you didn’t write it on the bus. Nice try though.
P.P.S. I can’t wait for you’re surprise! {What is it??} 

It wasn’t very good, but it was something. Niall could be so romantic sometimes. Only 143 days until he’s back in the city!

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