Chapter 23

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Niall’s P.O.V

I fell asleep with Briyanna in my arms nearing 5 o’clock in the morning. I know it was cheesy. I did expect to fall asleep or even stay on the roof that long, it was kinda spontanious. I woke up and saw her laying on my chest with my arms wrapped around her. She was looking up at me smirking.

"You look so peaceful when you sleep." she said not a trace of sleepiness in her voice hinting that she had been awake for awhile. Hearing her say this, I remembered the other morning when i watched her sleep.

"What time is it?" I asked her rubbing my eyes. She grabbed her phone from beside her and checked the time.

"11:30."

"Shit!" I yelled and grabbed my phone. 11 missed calls. 34 missed text messages.

"I’m late for the signing. " I said getting up and reaching my hand down to Briyanna who took it.

"You get ready and I will call a cab." She says as we race down the stairs to the empty flat. "Do you want me to come with you?"

"No." I say quickly thinking of what would happen. "Management would think you were becoming a problem. Stay here and I will have the boys say I was sick." I said pulling on a clean shirt.

"Okay, can I stay here then?" She asked as I finished getting ready.

"Of course!" I said baffled that she thought she had to ask.

"See you later princess. Text me. I love you." I said looking into her gorgeous eyes before giving her a quick kiss good bye. When I got out onto the street I ran for the taxi already waiting. I told him where to go and we were there within ten minutes. I got out and I could see the table the boys were at already signing autographs for our fans. I sat down at the empty chair waiting for me and the boys turned around to glare at me. They were mad. Liam didn’t look too mad but he was definately disappointed. I picked up my pen and turned to the fans.

We signed autographs for the rest of the time barely exchanging a word. The signing was over in three and a half hours. I had only missed half an hour. When we got in the car, it wasn’t silence anymore.

"Where were you last night Niall? Not in the flat."

"I was on the roof." I said answering Louis’ question.

"With who?" Zayn jumped in.

"Who do you think Zayn? I was up there with Briyanna." I answered annoyed.

"So it’s Briyanna’s fault that you were late?" Harry asked.

"What? No!" I answered quickly.

"So you’re telling us that if that girl wasnt in the picture you still would have been late today?" Louis kept his stare hard. I wasn’t backing down though.

"That girl’s name is Briyanna, and I love her." I said.

"She’s getting between us mate." Zayn said.

"I was late once. How many times have you been late Zayn? Girl or no girl you were still late. Why is it any different if I’m dating someone or not?" I shot back at him.

"Because that was at his own fault. When we became a band we knew that everyone had problems. We were prepared for that. But not for their girl’s problems." Harry said looking pointedly at me.

"If this happened to Louis or Liam 

you would not be doing this.” I said swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Maybe, she isn’t the best thing for you man." Harry said putting a hand on my shoulder. I shook it off disgusted.

"I love her!" I yelled. "I love her." I repeated in a hushed tone. Before anybody else could say anything, Brandon had just pulled up in front of the flat. I jumped out of the car and I ran.

I didn’t really know where I was going. I took the back roads and put on a hat so fans couldn’t recognize me. I ran for what felt like hours. I turned around and I started walking back. When fans would see me I would apologize and not sign anything. I got back to the flat and walked up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. I stopped at the door of the flat. The only reason I was here was because Briyanna was inside. I took my keys from my pocket and unlocked the door. They boys ran to the door.

"Where were you mate? We looked all over. Why didn’t you answer our calls?" The questions flew by me and I walked straight past them and into my room. Briyanna was sitting on the bed. Crying. Those bastards.

"They talked to you." I said not having to ask the question.

"Louis did." She said nodding. I walked over to the bed and wrapped her in my arms. "Maybe he’s right. Maybe you are too good for me." She said tears streaming down her face. I took her face in my hands and kissed her hard on the lips.

"I am not to good for you. I love you so much Briyanna. I don’t know if I could handle not being with you."

"Maybe it’s for the best." She said looking away as tears filled my eyes. "It’s not forever. Just until things settle down. I won’t be gone long." She told me pressing her forehead to mine, and all I could do was wonder when we would do this again. She got up and started packing her stuff. As she packed, I would unpack. Trying to make the time we had together longer. But we both know that was limited. Once she finished packing we carried her bags to the living room and Zayn called for Brandon.

"You don’t have to leave Briyanna." Liam said tears welling in his eyes.

"Shut up Liam." Louis said coldly. Tears streamed down mine, Liams and Briyannas faces. With mumled goodbyes from the rest of the boys, Briyanna, Liam, and I carried her luggage to the car. Liam was the first to speak. 

“This isn’t right. I will get the boys to move past this. I promise you two. You’re like a sister to me Bri, I will miss you.” He said hugging her as he kisssd her forehead and then turned away.

"Briyanna, I love you and I will never stop. We will talk all the time. Liam and I will get the guys over this and you will be here again." I said into her hair while hugging her.

"I know Niall. I love you so much. We will get through this I promise." She said head burried in my chest. We pulled away slightly so I could kiss her gently. We had carried out the moment as long as we could. We pulled away and told eachother how much we loved them. She got into the back of the car and pressed her hand to the back of the window and I watched her slowly drive out of my sight with tears streaming down my face.

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