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Niall Imagine for @MehrHoran1D Part 3

Here it is! The third and final part of Mehr's trilogy! Hope you like it! :D

**Mehr’s P.O.V.**

“Mehr, I think you should go,” I heard Sydney say to be lightly. I sighed, leaning back onto my bed, staring up at the personalized sky ceiling I had had installed a couple years ago.

“I don’t want to,” I grumbled.

“Please! Everyone wants to see you! Plus, we’re not due back in America for a year, at the least! We’ll be staying in England, and you’re bound to see everyone soon.”

I closed my eyes, deciding not to answer Sydney right away. It had been nearly ten years since Sydney and I started our adventure with the famous photography group. Even though I was completely torn and heartbroken when we left, it didn’t take long to put a smile on my face once we were in the Caribbean. Two years after our first assignment with the group, Sydney and I had bought a flat together in Florida, near where Disney World is, but still a good distance from a beautiful beach as well. The two of us worked around Florida, Sydney taking pictures and me replicating them in art. Sydney started her own magazine for the pictures she took, and sometimes she even included articles about some of the people or places that she photographed. I on the other hand painted both day and night, it seemed like. People had liked my replicas of Sydney’s photos since the famous group released them in one of their magazine issues, and since then I was hounded to sell some of my art. Since then, I was constantly painting and drawing, selling my art as my living. Sometimes I would even do personal portraits for people if I had the free time. All in all, Sydney and I were living our dreams. We were travelling, we were doing what we loved, and most importantly, we were doing it together.

“Mehr, I know what you’re doing. You have to answer me at some point,” Sydney chided me as she prepared a chicken salad for our dinner. I groaned this time, audibly signaling to her that I didn’t want to talk about it. International Arts and Affairs was having a reunion for our class, along with the class under us and the class above us. The two of us had received our invitation to go two weeks ago, and since then, Sydney was practically begging me to go with her. The group didn’t have another project to work on until next year, so we were already planning a trip to Europe for more art and photography inspiration. Our plans were already set when the invitations arrived, and Sydney couldn’t think of anything more ideal.

I, on the other hand, wanted to avoid that school and the people in it for the rest of my life. It took me almost three years to get over Niall, yet to this day, I still feel the longing and ache when I see the mental picture of Amy and Niall kissing in that garden. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go back to my old school and see Perrie and the rest of the One Direction boys. The truth was that I wanted to avoid Niall, and I knew he was going to be there. I knew that as soon as I laid eyes on his brilliant blue eyes or his charming, carefree smile, all the walls I had built over the last ten years would come crumbling down.

“Mehr!” Sydney called again.

“For the love of Pete, Syd, I’m not going!” I screamed back, and Sydney set a bowl on the counter.

“I was actually telling you dinner was ready, but since you brought it up, will you please go?”

“No!”

“Come on! Everyone wants to see you! And I want to see everyone too! But I don’t wanna go without you! We’re a team! And we have been for the last ten years!”