Niall Horan Imagines

Leaving (Request) (Part Two)

if you haven't read the first part, please do so. enjoy :)

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N I A L L

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I looked for her everywhere. I called all of her friends, neighbors, parents, ex's, everyone. I couldn't find out where she went.

In the time she was gone, which was about two weeks, I only grew to love and appreciate her more. I realized she was something that I didn't want to have to live without.

Finally, I found out where she went. Stuffed under the baseboard in the living room behind the couch, I found a reservation to a hotel in New York, folded up with a airplane ticket confirmation. We lived in Bakersfield at the time. I rubbed my temples.

One part of me knew this was all too perfect and finding those papers was just luck, but another part of me was so badly hoping she didn't mean to be found out.

I bought a ticket, writing down the address of the hotel. I packed a suitcase full of essentials in case I didn't find her right away like I wanted to.

My heart raced thinking about finding her. I needed to tell her how I really felt.

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R O N A L Y N

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I was finally calmed down. After two weeks I was ready to stop being stupid and just get over Niall. I was ready to go home. I knew I could never be home with Niall ever again, but I'm sure someone would let me stay with them until I could find a house. Right?

I was packing up my bags, humming along with the radio on the bedside table. The neighbors had complained a day previous about my singing, but I continued anyway.

I finished about ten minutes later, making sure I had all that I had packed in my bags. I hadn't known at the time whether I would be coming back or not, so I took everything that I owned from the house.

When I turned off the lights, I lugged everything towards the door, struggling to open it. It slid open, and I nearly screamed out of surprise. Niall stood there, closed fist up to knock on the door, mouth agape.

"Ronalyn," he choked out, stuffing his hand back in his pocket like the other one. I was surprised and a little scared as to how he found out where I was, but I wasn't mad anymore. I was over Niall.

"Before you try to run away, I want you to listen," he pleaded. I raised an eyebrow, messing with him. I was fine with pretending neither of us had ever met. "Please." I nodded, keeping back my smile.

"While you were gone, I realized how much I truly loved you. I figured out how much you mean to me and how I never want to lose you again. Yes, I did have trouble getting along with you in the beginning, you know that." His words were really getting to me. Did he really feel that way about me?

"But I love you now, and what would a relationship be without a little bit of disagreement?" He chuckled a little at that, and I remembered how much I had loved him. How could I ever give him up?

"Ronalyn?" he called quietly. I looked at him. "I love you." Those three words broke my heart, but I had learned to be strong. I struggled for words, trying to figure out how to hurt him the least.

"I was going to forgive you, but the speech was quite nice," I smirked, taking the cheekier approach. His eyes widened.

"You let me stand here and make a fool of myself?" he asked in disbelief. I giggled, scolding myself quickly afterwards.

"Niall, I'm not coming back with you." He stepped back abit, like I had punched him in the gut.

"But, you just said you-" he started.

"That doesn't change anything. We're done," I said harshly. I hadn't meant to sound so rude, but I could risk crying in front of him. My shield needed to be strong enough to hold back threats from coming in, and my emotions from getting out.

I walked right past him, still struggling with my bags. My heart was heavy and there were words left unspoken, but the possibility of me giving into him was too great. I couldn't let that happen. I didn't want that to happen. Right?

I got down the hall quite a ways, finally arriving at the elevator as pushing the button, letting the bags fall from my hands. I assumed Niall had gone, but I decided it would be better not to turn and make sure.

Before I could protest, I felt his arm turn me around anyway. After a half-second glimpse of him, I felt his lips press to mine.

This kiss was not like any of our others; it felt urgent and desperate but extremely passionate. I melted into him, forgetting any past excuses to push him away or let him go. I kissed him back with two weeks worth of sadness, pushing upon him everything that I had.

I pulled away, aware that I had a plane to catch, but also realizing that I could have been there for days.

"Niall," I breathed out, ashamed of my actions. He exhaled, ghosts of a smile on his lips. He nodded me on, and yet again, haunted by the previous kiss, I forgot anything to do with giving him away.

"I love you."

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oh my gosh. what have I done

thanks again to jutstgottaluv_1D for requesting this. I'm sorry it took me a month to wrap this up but I hope you liked it :)

please leave a comment with your thoughts or a request of your own.

Mel x