Truth

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Niall's here.

Holding me the way I've wanted him

to for many years.

But at the same time I think he's still

dead. "It's ok I'm not going anywhere."

He whispers and I take in the smell of

his cologne again. I turn to face him

and in the darkest of light, his eyes

sparkle. "Are you alright? I didn't mean

to startle you." "Oh me? Yea I'm fine

just didn't think you were going to

come back. To me." He steps closer and

closer while I walk backwards into the

bookcase. Well isn't that nice. "I'm so

sorry." "It's ok." I reply and his hand

softly grazes over my arm causing

goosebumps. "Kiss me." I whisper and

in seconds his lips are attached to

mine. The electricity, the butterflies,

everything comes back to me. His lips

are still soft from last time we kissed

which was about to be 16 years ago. He

pulled back, redness creeping upon his

cheeks. "That was," "Amazing." I finish

for him smiling. "I have to tell you

something." "O-Ok. Everything

alright." "You may want to sit down for

this."

Niall's POV

She took a seat before me and I held

her hands in mine. My eyes met hers

and her brown eyes seemed to glisten

with hope. "I'm not sure how to tell you

this." "Take your time." "I-I had to fake

my-" "No!" She yells standing up

walking to her bedroom. I grab her

wrist and spin her around. "You don't

understand what I've gone through.

I've been bullied all my life and then I

met you and." I stop and see pure anger

within her eyes. "Do you know what it

was like for me? Saying a final goodbye

to someone I loved dearly? I thought I

was going to go insane when you died

Niall! I fucking loved you with

everything I had and-" I pressed my

lips to hers and he pushes me away.

"Get out." "Julianne please let-" "I said

get out!" She yells again pointing to the

door. "Please Julie, I'm sorry that I

hurt you. But ple-" "Just go back to

your slut of a fiancé." She says coldly

and I want to pin her against the wall

and kiss her. But part of me is saying to

leave. I step towards her and kiss her

forehead and leave.

Julianne's POV

My therapist was 100% correct. And I

was stupid for not believing him. I can't

believe I told him to go. Niall was my

strength, my everything. I slide my

back against the wall and cry. I knew he

was alive I just wanted to know how he

is alive. And now look at the mess he

made. He's marrying a slut when I

should be wearing that engagement

ring. It hurts seeing Niall with someone

else.

And the one time he comes to me, I

push him away.

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