20 Again // Niall Horan
A story in which a love story of a boy who wishes he was twenty again - when his teen pop band were at it’s peak and his relationship status was single. While he relives his life, does he make changes to his future life? Or does he solve some past rivalries that are haunting a thirty year old him?
1:
Niall sat in his room, as his wife Ava whined about the kitchen light being flickery. With a sigh, Ava fell back on the bed next to Niall and snuggled into his side. Niall wrapped his arm around his spouse’s shoulder and kissed her forehead.
“I love you,” Ava sighed and closed her eyes gently. “A lot, Niall.”
“I love you too.” Niall replied a smile. “So much, babe.”
Ava looked down to the bracelet that fit effortlessly around her wrist. “I thought you didn’t,” She started. “Because of the thing... I thought you didn’t want me any more.”
Niall shook his head and grabbed both of Ava’s hands into his own. “No, baby, don’t ever think that. Just because of that thing, I’m not going to leave you. I love you for who you are. Not what your body can and can’t do.”
“Really?” Ava asked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “Because it really crushes me Niall. We can’t have kids because my stupid ovaries are stupid and stupidly won’t make any stupid eggs that are good enough,” She sighed, a tear falling down her cheek as she rolled out of Niall’s arms. “And it kills me that I’m doing that to you.”
With a hair flick, Ava stormed into the bathroom, locking the door behind her and allowing tear drops to trickle onto her chin and chest. She left Niall, bewildered, and shocked. Ever since Niall’s music career had slowly halted, they’d started to try and make a family, and settle in. But they soon found out that Ava was infertile, and reproducing wasn’t her thing and her ovaries sucked at being ovaries. So Ava stayed with Niall, each day living an insecure worry of Niall not wanting her any more because she was infertile. So on that day, Ava decided that she’d honestly had enough. She wanted to put a stop to destroying Niall’s family chances. Because he deserves a family.
“Ava,” Niall knocked on the door, his nose snotty and his eyes droopy. “Come on. Let me in.”
Ava cracked the door open, only in the slightest. “Niall,” Ava sighed. “I think we should break up.” Niall sucked in a huge breath. Why? Why? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhy?
“What? Why?” Niall’s breathing quickened as he reached out for Ava’s hand. Ava was quick to pull it away.
“It’s not fair on you, Niall. You’re 28 and unable to start a family. You deserve someone better than me.” Ava retorted, fighting back the salty tears that were on the verge of falling.
“Are you going to say that to every man that you get serious with? Then leave him?” Niall asked, shocked. Ava just looked down. “Because it sucks, it fucking sucks. I love you with all my heart, and... And... I don’t know any more.” Niall cringed backwards. “Because sometimes, I wish I was just twenty again.”
