One More Time

Chapter 36

~Niall's POV~

I smiled as we got off stage after the concert. Only a few more to go. I smiled at the boys as I took a sip of my water.

I pulled out my phone. Usually I had a text from Taylor by the time I was off but this time I didn't. I frowned at my phone.

Babe?

What?

I miss you.

Ok.

I love you.

No answer. Why didn't she answer? And ok? I miss you: ok?

No. This is wrong. Something's wrong. What did I do? Usually misses me back. And says 'I love you too.' Why didn't she?

What have I done? Who upset her? Was it- oh. Oh no.

Did she find out? Did someone tell her?

No no no no. I've never hated management more man I do now. They are pulling me away from her.

I don't need a public girlfriend. Especially not a Victoria's Secret model. I love Taylor and we are done for.

Tour ends in 2 weeks. What do I do them? I need to see her. I need her in my life and I'm loosing her because of management. I told them I didn't need a public girlfriend. Do they listen? No.

Yeah sure Barbara's a nice girl but she's nothing compared to Taylor.

How do I propose now?

I put my hand on my leather jacket pocket. It's where I always keep it. I pulled it out and looked at it with a sigh. I looked at the inside and bottom of the ring. Taylor. In a beautiful font. Like my initial is on her back. God she's beautiful.

I would give anything to hold her in my arms now. Even if I did she would be slipping out.

~~Taylor's POV~~

Nearly two weeks. I never texted back. 'i love you.' lies. All lies. bed coming home in a few days. Then what? A few DAYS!

I haven't done anything but mope and occasionally cry.

I can cry if I want to. If I feel the need to. Which is always. I can cry over my boyfriend cheating. Boyfriend of TWO YEARS may I remind you.

He missed our anniversary too. I can't see him. I can't talk to him. Yet I can't stop thinking about him.

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The next two days went by so fast. He's coming home today. Today.

I walked to my room, got out of my sweatpants and took off my sports bra. I put back on a different bra, a pair of denim shorts, and a thin, white, knit, hoodie.

I walked to the living room again. I didn't know what time he was coming back. Last show was last night. I've gotten lots of calls from him. All ignored. But never another text. He left it at 'i love you'.

I heard a knock on the door, causing me to jump. I got up slowly and walked cautiously to the door. I opened it inch by inch. I barely had any time to look at Niall before he wrapped his arms around my skinny frame and pulled me into a tight hug. I gasped and pulled away quickly.

"Princess..." He whispered, shocked. No not the nickname. He took off his leather jacket, leaving it on a chair, then took my hands which I pulled back as well.

"No Niall." I snapped.

"No you don't-" he started but I interrupted him.

"Don't what? Understand? I think I do Niall, it's not that hard." I snapped more harshly but felt tears brimming in my eyes.

"No you-" I couldn't help it, words kept falling out.

"Stop! Why did you even come back?" I folded my arms across my chest.

"It's not what you think! I'm so sorry... It was manag-"

"Why are you sorry? I'm the one who's supposed to be sorry right?" Tears streamed down my face as words spilled harshly out between my lips. "Sorry for my psychotic ex boyfriend, my eating disorder, my dad dying, getting shot." I put emphasis on the word. "I'm sorry for my horribly unstable life, getting in the way of your perfect one."

I backed away slowly, as his face looked utterly shocked. And hurt. I knew that was the wrong choice but I already said it. There was no taking it back now.

"Taylor... I never-"

"Just leave." We were both in too deep now.

"Taylor please." He begged as tears started falling onto his own cheeks. I hardly ever see him Cry. It hurt so bad. Like I was getting shot again, but this time... in my heart. Like someone had stabbed me in the chest.

"Get. Out. Niall..." I whispered, nearly breaking down onto the floor, but I held my ground.

"I cant lose you." He whispered, as tears fell harder from his ocean blue eyes.

The next words spoken were ones I wished I could take back the second after I said them. But I wasn't thinking in this rage and hurt that I felt. They just... fell out. "You already have." I whispered.

He quickly turned and walked out, not wanting me to see him break down. But I heard it as soon as he closed the door behind him. That's it.

He's gone.