I drove home not thinking about the fact I just left Niall on the floor of his therapy room. My mind was going at 100 miles an hour. I was crying. What Niall said really hurt. I love him but to think that's how he really felt? No. I wasn't going to waste my time with someone who felt that way about me. When I finally got home I ran upstairs and started packing. As I was finishing up I heard a car drive up. I looked out to see Harry had given Niall a ride home and helped him in his wheelchair. I rolled my eyes. I wasn't in the mood for hearing any of Niall's apologies at the moment.
I heard the door unlock and Niall call out my name.
"Laura!? Laura!? I'm sorry!!"
I walked downstairs, ignoring him as I walked passed.
"Baby wait!!"
I felt him tug my arm back. I felt the tears stinging my eyes again.
"What, Niall!?"
"I didn't mean What I said! I'm so sorry! I love you! I was just mad!"
"Niall, I don't care how mad you were. You never take things out on other people! Especially ones you love! What you said hurt!!"
"I know and I'm sorry! Forgive me! Please!!"
I looked at him and saw that he was on the verge of tears. I couldn't stand to see him that way. As much as I hate to admit it, I loved him too much to leave. I knelt down and gave him a hug.
"Fine.. I forgive you.. but I'm still mad!"
He hugged me tightly.
"I-I know..."
I gave him a quick Peck on the lips.
"Don't ever say that stuff again.. or next time I won't be as forgiving.."
"I won't.. I promise.. I love you..."
"I love you too.."
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The Unluck of the Irish
FanficNiall is a typical Irish boybander. He's in One Direction. Has 5 amazing best friends. He's world famous. He has a loving girlfriend where everything seems absolutely perfect. But a streak of bad luck seems to have hit them both. Following the point...
