The Moment My Life Started

Chapter 42

Niall’s P.O.V

I gazed into Briyanna’s eyes as I sung and strummed my guitar. I knew she liked this song because I had caught her dancing to it in our room one day. Tears filled my eyes as I sang the song that fit the situation all too well. I finished the last words of the song slowly. God, she was so beautiful. Her hair was in a messy bun, no makeup, she had so much natural beauty, and I had no idea why she put it on. My favorite time to look at her what right when she woke up or right before bed, because she had no makeup what so ever on. She was so gorgeous like this. But soon, I would only have pictures to remind me of this beauty.

“I love you so much Niall.” She said throwing her arms around my neck. She buried her face in my chest.

“I love you too.” I then realized it was so much more. I was in love with her, and at the most inconvenient of times. Why was she being ripped away from my life again? “We will be together again.” I told her hopefully. She nodded against my shirt. I could feel the tears through my shirt as I rubbed her back. “Let’s go back to the room. I have something for you.” I told her remembering what I had in my bag upstairs. I took her hand as we rode up in the elevator with the lads. She sat on her bed and I reached for the bag under my chair. I pulled out a scrapbook and handed it to her. She looked at me confused. “Open it.” I told her. She obeyed and again her eyes filled with tears. She shifted on the bed and patted the spot beside her not looking up. I got up out of my seat and sat with her. The boys silently left the room. I was grateful for the privacy.

She flipped the page. It was a picture that Harry had taken when we were on the plane. She was asleep leaning on my shoulder, and I was looking down at her smiling. The picture next to it was of us both asleep cuddled up to each other. There were pictures of us just walking hand in hand, there were the pictures that Harry had taken as jokes and posted on twitter, it was every picture that we had ever had together. Including the ones from magazines. At first, when Briyanna was gone for the first time, Harry, Zayn and Liam had gotten all the pictures printed and started the scrapbook. When she came back, I continued it, putting in quotes from her favorite songs, movies, and books. She flipped to a picture of the night where she had tackled me in order to get her iPod back. We both laughed and I looked over at her. She had a tear running down her face; I wiped the tear away and kissed the wet trail it had left behind. She flipped to the last page. There was an empty space. She looked up at me as I pulled out the photo that Louis had given me. It was of me and Briyanna on the hospital bed, our last night. I took the book from her lap and taped it in and pulled out a pen. I wrote:

I won’t give up on us

 Even if the skies get rough

 I’m giving you all my love

 I’m still looking up

It was the chorus of ‘I Won’t Give Up” She smiled and looked up at me.

“This is amazing. Thank you.”

“I just want you to remember us.”

“How could I ever forget the first guy I fell in love with?” Her words stopped my heart.

“You’re in love with me?” I asked. She nodded blushing. I grabbed her face in my hands and kissed her lips.

“I’m in love with you too.” I told her truthfully.

“That’s great, our last day.” She laughed brushing her lips against mine gently.

“At least we know that we will make it through this now.” I said putting my forehead to hers. She yawned and smiled her eyes started drooping. “You’re tired.” I said trying not to sound sad.