Live For Love // Niall Horan

Chapter 26

Chapter 26 

~Niall Horan~

Was I doing the right thing by letting her go? Is this the right thing? I know what Alex has done is wrong. But was it right not to hear her side of the story?

I believed we belonged together. I know she is the girl for me and I can't believe I just let her walk away. I won't make things harder for us now. They did something none of us expected them to do. But right now without her I'm a total wreck.

"Niall, put that guitar aside. We're going out." Liam demands but I don't pay any attention to him. I'm drowning in my own misery and I don't have any plans of leaving my bedroom.

I feel a hole in my chest that's consuming me from inside. It's like even though I know she's wrong every part of my body misses her. I never thought someone could feel this way.  I never thought I could feel like this.

"NIALL!" Liam shouts, now taking the guitar from my hands. "Stop this. You need to cheer up. C'mon we're going to the FBI headquarters."

"What!" I exclaimed. "Why the hell are we going there? Do you want to make this any worse?" I ask completely annoyed.

"We're not making this worse. We're only going there to speak to Dave to get other agents." Liam explains.

"But Liam we didn't even hear their side of the story. We just assumed that they were the ones behind all of this." I say.

"Are you seriously defending them now?" Liam asks. "Look, maybe you're right, maybe they're right. We don't know, that's why we are going to talk about this to Dave." Liam says and I agree.

Within 15 minutes we reached the FBI headquarters. I was mindlessly walking there with no thought of the world when someone bumped into me. A paper slips from her hand and she bends down to pick it up. "I'm so sorry." She says. She looks up and her eyes met with mine. Those eyes that I've missed so much. We're staring into each other's eyes, words not being exchanged.

"Excuse me." she mutters and walks past me. I wanted to go after but something told me not to.

'You let her go remember? She almost put you and your best mates in danger, why would you go after her?' A voice at the back of my head spoke.

It's right. I let her go. She and her friend were behind all this. I wouldn't be in this position if it weren't for them. We'd be touring, meeting fans etc.

I push these thoughts out of my head as I walk towards Dave's office. Right now I just need to focus on my career.

~ * ~ * ~

Later that night, the lads convinced me that if I had some drinks I'd be fine. I don't think alcohol will fill the hole in my chest.

'A couple of drinks will make you feel better, you'll see.' That's what they said. They keep saying that I'm better like this, that I don't need Alex and that a couple of drinks will help me forget her.

Now here I am sitting at the bar drinking. I drink and drink and drink. I lose track of all the beers that the barman's handed me and I don't feel better. I feel worse with all the alcohol bubbling inside. I feel like I'm choking and I end up running outside the bar. The hole in my chest had a name and I have to scream it out loud.

"ALEX!" I shout, not minding anyone or anything. "Alex!" People stare at me with fear and confusion, but they don't understand.

By the end of the night, I've realized, letting her go was a mistake.

Just a big mistake.

~ * ~ * ~

Later that week we had an interview. A very important interview, I might add. I was practically dead, I couldn't think straight. I couldn't do anything.

I would probably look like a zombie after this interview. I can't be like this. I walk towards the washroom in the dressing room. I splash some water on my face to wake me up.

"Niall! C'mon we need to go." Harry yells.

"One Direction everybody!" The interviewer says as we enter and sit on the sofa they've kept for us. We've always had problems with that; fitting in one couch.

"Are you excited for the tour?" asks the interviewer. But I'm not paying her any attention.

"Of course." says Harry, smiling his signature smile, dimples and all.

"Niall?" The interviewer asks, looking at me.

"Sorry," I mumble. "What was the question?"

"Are you excited for the tour?" She asks me.

"Yeah," I say. "Who wouldn't be? We're going everywhere!" The interviewer smiles.

The interviewer asked more questions and we laughed. Finally the interviewer got to the girlfriend question. I looked at my shoes like they were really interesting. I really didn't want to talk about this right now. Saving me, Zayn replies for all of us.

"Yeah," says Zayn. "All of us."

~ * ~ * ~

After spending some time in the dressing room, we leave. I walk in the front as we exit with Harry and Liam behind me and Zayn and Louis somewhere else.

"Straight in Lads." Preston, our bodyguard tells us. Surprisingly there are no fans when we leave. When we arrived here the screaming was a bit intense. Not to boast or anything but we might have the loudest fans. I turn back to see what Harry and Liam were talking about.

There's a loud crack, I turn and someone falls towards me. I reflexively catch them. I hear a faint scream of a girl's name being yelled out. I know that voice I could recognize it anywhere. And I know the name that she's yelling.

Panicked, I look down to see a girl and there's a bullet hole in her stomach.

She saved me.

This is not just any girl, it's her.

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A/N

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