Mr. Know It all (1) ||n.h. au||

Chapter 18

*Edited*

"Niall James Horan, by the state of Washington, you are hereby sentenced to be deported back to Ireland, immediately. If you fail to return in the 24 hours you will be put in federal prison and escorted back to Mulliguar with an air Marshall. Case dismissed." The judge used his gable against the board. 

Niall was sitting in front of me, his head hung down. I held back tears. Christy sat next to me, she hadn't talked to me since she found out two days ago. I closed my eyes, I felt Tracey squeeze my hand. 

Niall thanked his lawyer and turned to face us. Before I could say anything, Christy pointed an accusing finger at him. "I let you in my house! I let you near my daughter and niece and this what you do! You sick bastard. Come on Alex and Scarlett."

"I'll be out in a second." I spoke to her. She was fuming as she stormed out of the courtroom, Alex in hand. 

"She hates me." He observed.

"Well, you kinda did sleep with her underage niece." Tracy interjected. 

I glared at her, she sighed, "Well, that's my cue. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Horan. I'll go out in the car."

I stood there for a second then spoke, "What now?"

"You heard the judge, I have to go pack up, and leave." He said.

"What about me?" I asked, I didn't care if it sounded selfish, I didn't ever imagine this. Which, I should have. Getting caught was inevitable but him leaving? It was all too real. (A/n: chromed out mirrors, don't need a windshield. Sorry, I had too.) 

"I don't want to go and leave you." He said.

 "So don't. I'll go with you." I touched his arm.

"I wish you could, so much but-" He caught his breath.

"We can still text and call right?" He looked so sad, "I can't have ANY contact with you Scar. Not until you're eighteen."

"I'll wait for you."

"You can't. It's not right. You need to move on, I'm no good for you. But I want you to know something." I looked away so he wouldn't see me cry. 

"Look at me please." He instructed. I did. 

"You are the best thing, that has ever happened to me." Don't cry. Don't cry.

"I'm going to miss you."

"Me too. Here." He handed me two keys. One was small, and the other was normal side. "What is it for?" 

"Go to my apartment at 9:30, okay." 

"Why not now?"

"I have to pack but you can't be there."

"Mr. Horan?" A officer came up to him. He hugged me and kissed my forehead, "I love you so much."

. . . . 

I sat on my bed, alone. Christy took Alex with her to Todd's house. I heard her talking to him on the phone.

"Todd, I can't deal with this right now."

"I know, I know. It's so hard to look at her. Everyone in town is going to be judging our family now. I can't even bare to look at her."

In less than two hours after Niall's sentence was given,Facebook and Twitter was gossiping about me and Niall. The local newspaper was already running an article on the front page. They called me trying to get my story. The headline was going to be, 'Foreign Student Teacher Gets Deported For Consensual Sex With Student'

God , what would my parents say?

What would I say? What would others say to me?

Tyler.

My other class men. 

Pretty much the whole school would call me a whore.

Even Cali, and that's saying a lot.

My phone beeped, I looked at the new text.

*Hey Scar, 

Thank you for everything. I have enjoyed all the time I spent with you. I wish this wasn't how it ended. Sorry that I dropped the L bomb on you at the courthouse but I do. It's rather sudden but when I am with you, I am happy, at ease, even. Until I see you again.

x Niall.* 

My heart broke. I wouldn't see that bright cheery smile that made you forget your own name. Or hear that amazing laughter that is even funnier than the joke itself. Touch that soft hair that managed to be perfect when it was ruffled. Look into those eyes that made you lose yourself. 

When Niall left, he took a part of me with him. 

 I stared at the wall, not knowing what to do. My aunt didn't even want to be near me now. She was in complete disgust with me. I stood up and walked over to my closet, like something was telling me to go there. 

I opened the door and there staring at me was his jersey.  I reached out to touch it, it still smelt like is cologne, Armani Mania.

I let the tears fall silently on the floor. Niall's name will be forever on my lips, just like our last kiss.