Nicole’s POV
It’s been exactly two months today since I left…and I can finally say that I’m doing just fine. No, I still haven’t had any contact with Louis, but the others have been visiting me quite often. I refuse to go visit them, because I don’t want to risk running into Lou. I have a job now; I work at a local TopShop, which definitely has its perks seeing as how I get a 30% off discount. I finally got my own flat again, and I forgot how much I missed the independence of living on my own. I’ve made a few new friends; Lily and Anna. And for once…I’m not thinking about Louis. If this is what moving on is, then you could say I’m over it. Who knows…there may even be a new boy in the picture for me.
Louis’ POV
It’s been a little over two months since she left me. And I thought by now everything would be better; but that’s far from it for me. The boys are constantly telling me that I’m not even me anymore. I don’t joke around as much. Zayn has lost his partner in crime, and Harry and I have lost the connection we once had. The only time I leave the flat anymore is to go do interviews or photo shoots and whatnot. I can honestly say there hasn’t been a second since Nicole missed me that I haven’t missed her. In fact I think I love her even more now than I did when she was actually here. I know I told myself it was time to move on…but it just seems impossible to do. Especially when those wise words that a certain Irish boy said to me keep running through my mind. “if you guys are truly meant to be, you’ll find your way back to each other.” I still have hope, that maybe, just maybe, our love is stronger than either of us thought. Call me crazy, but I believe in fate, and that everything happens for a reason. Maybe the reasoning behind all of this was to show both Nicole and myself that we need each other more than we thought.
Nicole’s POV
“No Danielle.” I shouted into the phone. For the past 10 minutes she’d been trying to convince me to go visit them in London.
“But why?” she whined back in response.
“Because!” I said in frustration. She knew the reason why; they all knew why.
“Ni, we promise Lou will be no where in sight! You don’t have to worry about that. It’s not really fair that we always have to go all the way to Doncaster to visit you.”
“Ughh, you’re not gonna give it up, are you?” I asked, letting out a massive sigh.
“Nope.”she said.
“Fine. I’ll come but, Louis better not be there!” I demanded. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.
“Yayyyy!” she cheered. “Thank you Ni!”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there in the morning.” I informed her before ending the call. Why did I give in so easily? I mean I love seeing them all, but what if by the off chance I do run into Lou…he doesn’t even remember me? I know I said I was moved on, which I am for the most part, but a part of me will always love him. And what Niall told me that day at the train station, it’s still indented into my mind. Maybe I’m just over reacting. Danielle promised he wouldn’t be there, I’m sure she means it.
After the long train ride back to London, I was actually happy that I decided to come. Although I’ve associated London with bad memories recently…there was ten times more good memories that I’ve had here as well. I sat on the bench, waiting for the lads to come get me. I’ve been waiting for about 10 minutes, and I’m getting a bit antsy.
“Coley poley oly!!!” I heard an Irish accent shout from across the train station. I whipped my head around to see the Mullingar lad, along with the others quickly running in my direction.
“Nialler!” I yelled back before he wrapped me in a tight hug. I hugged the other three boys and then we all piled into Harry’s car to take us back to his flat, which they claim to be Louis-free at the moment. We had a right laugh on the way, just like the old times. When we finally reached Harry’s flat, they told me to go inside, and that they would grab my bags and they would be in, in a second. I did as they said, and got out of the car hesitantly walking up the steps and I was about to open the door, but it opened before I got the chance. I was frozen for a second when I saw him standing there. He didn’t look like himself; not the Louis I once knew. He had a slight beard going, and his hair was a disheveled mess. His ice-blue eyes were now a lifeless gray color.
“N-nicole?” he asked, almost like he didn’t recognize me. I didn’t know what to say. I just stood there, speechless. Probably looking like a complete retard. Until Niall walked up the stairs and saw the two of us.
“Shit. Lou, I thought you already left to go to Ed’s?” he asked in slight frustration. So, if we only arrived like 5 minutes later…I wouldn’t have bumped into him. And, I wouldn’t have realized how much I truly and honestly missed him…
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A/N: Hello lovebugs! I sincerely apologize for the shortness and crappiness that is this chapter! :( I just needed to show somehow that she was finally going back to London, and I wanted to save the big drama and intenseness for the next chapter! Pwwwweeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeee comment/vote/fan! Seriously please I will love you forever if you do! Love you guys. xx
