Plot 22

Chapter 12

Megan POV

I didn't leave my hotel room for a long time. No one was allowed to see me, not that anyone would want to. The only time that I moved was to get food or shower. I still was in awe. We couldn't be over. But, we were. There was nothing that I could do about it. I wasn't sure how long it would take me to accept it, but I knew that it wasn't happening anytime soon.

Niall POV

I didn't know when I finally returned the surface. I wasn't sure when I finally came up for air. I was the one that ended it, so why was I so unhappy? Why did I regret my decision so much? If it weren't for the fact that I threw my phone at the wall out of anger, I probably would've called her. I just needed to hear her voice, just to know that she still existed. Just to know that I actually used to have someone that perfect, and I just let her go. Every shirt that I put on ended up being soaked with tears, so I just stopped wearing one. I had taken down every single picture of us together.

"I just can't look at what used to be", I said to myself.

All of her clothes and everything that she had left there was packed in a box. I wasn't trying to hurt her or anything, but I just couldn't have her stuff in there. Looking at it constantly was just making me miss her more. And, anytime that I had thought her name, I burst into tears. After she left, I went to the front door and screamed her name numerous times. I knew she wouldn't answer. The only thing that brought me back in was the storm that came not longer after. I told the boys that I needed time, but to be honest, I wasn't sure when that time was going to be up.

Megan POV

Over the next few days, I did my best to go back to normal. It had been a week since Niall had ended it. I knew that he wasn't coming back, and I needed to continue with my life. I thought about what I needed to do. I had made a decision. I was packing up and moving back to the US. Yes, I enjoyed the UK. It was a good place to live, but I didn't really see the point of being here without Niall. It was too hard. This was his home, and I was just an intruder. I was laying down watching tv when my phone rang. It was from Niall.

"I'll be out of the house for an hour. You can come get your stuff now".

Even though I expected that, it was still hard to read. I put on some clothes and drove to his house. I still had the key, so I just walked right in. The house looked completely different. Every single picture that Niall had of us together was now gone. He even changed his furniture. It wasn't the furniture that we had picked out together. It was the old furniture that he had before I moved in. I walked in his room. It looked empty. This wasn't the Niall that I knew. This was a depressed and hurt Niall. And, no one ever wanted to see that. I saw the box with my stuff in it in the living room. There was a note on the top.

"It's better this way".

No, it really wasn't. But, if this is what he wanted, I would just have to accept it. I took the box and walked back to the car.

Niall POV

Megan was picking up her stuff. I couldn't be in the house or anywhere near the house while she was doing it. So, I went out jogging. My phone vibrated. I took a break and checked it. It was from Megan.

"Can't we still be friends?"

Even though it hurt me to say it, I texted her back.

"I love you too much to just be your friend".

She didn't respond. I assumed that she wouldn't. It wasn't something that she wanted to hear. An hour passed, and I went back home. I called Liam and asked him to come over.