11:11 - Niall Horan Fanfiction

Part 9

Part 9

The vast airport stands before you, almost 50 feet away. You begin to run until to hit the doors, you pull them open and stand in the middle of a bustling sea of people. You immediately feel overwhelmed. How in the world would you find Niall in this mess? You stare up at the big clock which reads 10:51. You feel your heart sink. You didn’t know what time exactly they would be loading the planes. You can’t bare the thought of missing the plane.

You begin down the first hallway that leads to the doors to the runway. You push open the two large doors and feel the wind whip at your face. Your hair is swirled around in the icy breeze.

You see it then.

All at once, you can feel your legs begin to sprint in their direction. You feel like you’ve lost total control of your body, all you can do is run. You can hear the officers in the back shouting at you to get off of the runway. You see Niall’s face and you take it like a blow to the chest. It almost hurts to see him. He passes a few of the windows and heads for the front. The rest of the boys head for the back of the plane. Niall’s alone.

You don’t stop running until you’re about a couple hundred meters away from the plane. You scream Niall’s name with no avail. Of course he couldn’t hear you. It was quite absurd to think he could. He probably didn’t want to either. But you kept that thought far from your head.

In a sudden movement, you are pulled back. And you hit the concrete. Your breath escapes your chest for a matter of seconds. You can still see the vague shape of Niall’s head. He is turned away from you.

“Let me go!” you scream, trying to wrangled out of their grasp.

“You are not allowed to be on the runway!” they shout to you, two of them grasping your arms and pulling you with them back to the building. You’re practically being dragged.

“Stop it! I need to see Niall!” you struggle.

“We don’t allow fans to see the boys. And they are already on the plane.” they tell you sternly.

“I’m not a fan!” you beg.

“Really? Then why exactly do you have to see Niall Horan so severely?”

“Because…” you stop. Why did you have to see him? What were you planning to say? “…because! I need to apologize to him.”

You can see him through the window almost perfectly, thought the windows small and he’s leaning away from it.

So suddenly, he looks right at you, being wrangled by security. His face looks completely appalled. His eyes are shouting, loud and clear. His cheeks glisten in the sunlight, with fresh tears. He stares at you with an expression, mixed with shock and cheerlessness. But what on earth was he so distressed about?

He looks down at his lap. You try and focus on what he is doing as the men are screaming at you, and pulling you from the only chance you have. It looks like he scribbling something down.

You wished you were there, beside him. Hugging him and reassuring him that whatever was wrong would be alright. But of course, things would never be like that again.

Suddenly, your view of him is blocked. You squint your eyes. Niall is holding something in between his fingers, a piece of white paper, up to the window. You can see Niall’s distraught expression from behind it. It takes a while, but you soon realize there are words scribbled on the paper. You shake your head, as the glare of the sunlight makes the letters impossible to pick out, while Niall’s looking to you desperately. What could he have possibly wanted you to read so urgently? You can see he has realized you cannot read the words on the page and his eyes drop down in his lap once more, as he crumples up the paper.

You wish to simply tear the wall between you two so you can be with him once more.

Instead you turn back, you’re about 20 feet from the door. You peer back at Niall in desperation. He looks to you, as you break your hold from the two security. They scream at you as you run again. You feel so stupid, like a toddler running from their parents at the playground. But Niall was so much more important to you than caring if you looked like a stubborn child or not.

He looks away from you, his face looks like he’s in agony, shaking his head for you to stop. What did he mean? Stop running? Stop trying? Stop caring?

You stare at him for a moment, and have stopped running. Who were you kidding. Had you forgotten all that you can promised yourself earlier? You’re arms lurched backwards at the pull of the two security guards.

“I’m sorry.” you begin, “I’m leaving. I’m sorry.” you manage through your tears. The two men stare at you in confusion. You can’t help but cry. They escort you back into the building, in tears. Your breath catches at every sob. This was it. You were done. No more useless tears.

You can hear the rumbling noise of the plane’s engine starting outside. The two windows before you reveal the aircraft, gliding effortlessly down the runway.

You crumple to the ground in tears, wishing you could stop the plane and carry Niall away.

You must looked utterly insane. But at that moment, it wasn’t even a percentage of what you cared about.

Niall was gone. But it didn’t matter to him. You knew it didn’t matter.

You stand up slowly, facing the window. Niall is staring right at you, but clearly doesn’t know it because of the glare from the sunlight, on the glass. But you are some-what glad he can’t see your sobbing expression.

The click of the door opening, startles you. A stocky man walks through, his eyes searching for something. When he looks to you he slightly smiles under the hardy expression he’s wearing.

The huge airport clock in the middle of the building, towers over you intimidatingly. You stare up at the rustic-looking hands while your eyes blur. You can barely make out what time it said. But finally, you come to the realization that it reads 11:11. 11:11, when all wishes come true. What a lie. Here you were, having the only thing you love torn away at this somewhat treasured time period. And suddenly, you began feel incredibly stupid, with all of those wishes you had made at 11:11. All of the times you'd wished with Niall. But little did he know, it was useless. Because nothing good could come now, no matter how hard you wished...

“Are you Brittney?” the man that had came in earlier asks, his Irish accent was notable, which made you miss Niall about a hundred times more.

You nod your head, knitting your eyebrows together, questioningly.

He hands you a folded piece of paper and turns away with a quick nod.

You stare after him, in utter confusion. You looked back to the piece of paper that looks crinkled many times. You wondered who it could possibly be from, or what it possibly could be.

Slowly, you wonder if you really should be opening the note from some unknown stranger in the first place.

You ignore the thought and unfold it with caution. Looking up every once and a while.

You stare at it. Tracing your fingers over the words, reading them over and over. You’re head spins and heart races. You’re palms sweat as you look up, back to the runway. Niall’s face peers through the window, he can tell you’re looking at him. The plane is lifting into the sunny, blue-grey horizon.

Your vision blurs with tears. You can feel your heart quickening every second. You’re head is spinning.

You force your eyes off of Niall and back to the crumpled piece of paper. Five words are messily scratched out with blue ink.

I love you. I’m sorry.

It read.

You look back up at the plane that escaped into the cloudless morning. A sad, wordless goodbye. The non-existent words hurt more than anything.

And all so suddenly, you realize that you too, love Niall Horan. More than anything or anyone..

'To be continued…