Everything Comes Back to You // Niall Horan

You Knew (4)

Present // NOW

Niall, I don't know if you saw this coming, when you opened your mail one day. I bet you didn't even realize I knew your address, or should I say one of your addresses. Maura gave it to me. The one for your Mullingar Mansion. She always wanted us to end up together, but we always were stubborn. Said we were nothing more than best friends.

I, Blaire, knew i was in love with you. Niall, I fell in love with you the day you hugged me during that storm. I realized that day, I could not lose you. I lost you. Dammit Niall. It kills me to this day. I think about you all the time, but It's not time for my apologies yet. Keep reading...

Lets remember that time when I was 14 and you were 15. We went to that house party and well you protected me, like I was yours to protect.

House Party- 2009

Jake Roberts invited Niall and I to HIS house party tonight. I literally cannot be anymore excited. I have spent the last few hours curling my hair and doing my makeup. I am soo excited. So. Excited.

It took me 30 minutes to pick out my outfit. Luckily, Lucy is here to help me. I can't thank her enough for being my best girl friend.

I finally managed to decide on black skinny jeans, a denim washed oversized sweater, and black leather booties. This outfit is one of my favorites to wear. I really hope Jake notices how much time and effort I have put in to this outfit.

We finally arrive at the party and meet Niall there. He looks nice in his plaid shirt and saggy jeans. I just wish he would pull them up some. This Irish Justin Bieber.

As soon as we all walk in, I smell weed and alcohol. Jake walks towards us and checks me out like I'm a piece of Peri Peri Chicken from Nando's. I am already feeling uncomfortable. I don't want to be looked at like a piece of meat, but like a girl he likes.

Jake puts his arm around me and asks me to go get a drink with him.

"Sure, just let me tell my friends," I look over and don't see my friends, "never mind they left," I awkwardly laugh off that embarrassing moment.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you tonight," Jake whispers in my ear. I look down, knowing the blush on my cheeks is very obvious right now.

He hands me a drink and I take a sip.

"Don't be a wimp, Blaire Rosie," Jake says. I giggle at his nickname for me. Boy he is cute. I take a bigger sip of my drink and start feeling queasy.

That's weird, I can normally handle my alcohol when Niall & I steal wine from Mom's cellar. Suddenly I start to not remember things.

Niall's POV:

I start looking for Blaire, literally everywhere. I cannot find her. I am really freaking out. I find Lucy, Blaire's other best friend, and ask her if she has seen Blaire. She points towards the stairs.

I go up the stairs and see Jake holding a really unsteady girl. I hope thats not Blaire, oh man.

I hear a small voice say, "Jake, where are we going? I-I need to find my fri-friends. Theirs names areeee," before she can finish Jake shushes her.

He says something along the lines of "Remember I am taking care of you tonight beautiful." What the fuck? Blaire would never be stupid enough to get drunk this fast and be alone with Jake.

"Blaire! I heard you were looking for me?" I try to play it cool. God only knows what drugs Jake is on. He might be able to beat my ass.

"Nialllllll, I have been looking everywhereee for you!! Look at my cuteeee new friend, Jake!" Blaire slurs to me. This is a little off.. She normally can take her alcohol?

"Hey, just leave us alone man. Blaire is fine we are just gonna have a little fun, okay?" Jake smirks at me. Hell no, you guys aren't having any fun!

Present // NOW

(Back To Blaire's POV)

Niall, you beat the ever living shit out of Jake that night. Later we found out he drugged my drink. You thought it was your fault. It wasn't your fault. It was mine for trying to go out with the bad boy of the school.

Ever since that night you vowed to protect me as much as you possibly could. I remember you stayed late and would walk me home from football practice. You knew how much I loved that sport. You didn't want me walking alone at night, so, naturally, you just waited a little after your practice and walked me home.

It was another moment I realized I was in love with you. There were so many of those. I was way to shy to admit it, but you knew Niall. You knew I was head over heals for you.

Niall, one of my favorite memories of us is when you used to sing to me. I remember that time you gave me an acoustic performance of "Yellow" by Coldplay. Our favorite band at the time.

2009

I walk next door to Niall's house to see if he wants to grab a bite to eat at Nando's. Please be hungry Niall, I am literally starving.

As I am walking up the stairs I hear a familiar tune playing on the guitar.

"I swam across, I jumped across for you.
Oh all the things you do,
cause you were all yellow," I hear Niall's voice softly sing. Man, he is so talented.

I try to silently open the door. Please don't hear me Niall, I want to hear you sing more. Right at that moment the door creaks as loudly as it possibly can. Well shit.

"Oh hey Blaire! What are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming?" Niall tries to quickly put his guitar away. He never liked to sing in front of me. He always said I made him nervous. Hell, he gives me more butterflies than I give him nerves.

"Wait, Niall. Will you please sing for me? Just this once? You know I love this song?" I beg Niall. He can't say no. He can't, he won't, right?

"Blaire, you know I get nervous," Niall states.

"Please just this once?" I look at him with pleading eyes. He very slowly picks up his guitar and begins to sing the song again.

"Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you

And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow

I came along
I wrote a song for you

And all the things you do
And it was called "Yellow"

So then I took my turn
Oh, what a thing to have done

And it was all yellow" Niall beautifully sings.

"Niall, you are seriously so talented! One day you have to try out for the X-Factor, for me!" I add the for me to the end like it matters. He doesn't like me. He doesn't love me like I love him.

Niall laughs off my comment and puts his guitar up. "Wanna go grab some Nando's?" He asks quietly. I laugh and say "You just read my mind, Irish boy!"

Present // NOW

Now I will be real with you Niall. That was one of those moments that I realized you didn't love me the way I loved you.

I loved the way when you sang to me you wouldn't look me dead in the eyes. Almost like you were to nervous too. I loved the way you tossed your hair our of your face. I loved the way you smiled. Those crooked teeth were my favorite thing ever. Most importantly Niall, I loved you.

It was 2009, and I was 14 years old. Yet I had already found the love of my life. He just hadn't realized he loved me yet. I still don't know if you ever loved me back, Niall. Maybe I should have picked up a few of those phone calls? I'm assuming Maura gave you that letter I wrote?

\\ AN //

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