The Unluck of the Irish

Part 12: Moving Out

Liam and Louis came by the next day to help Niall pack and move his things. I stayed locked in my room the majority of the time quietly crying. I knew if I stepped out of my room watching him leave, I'd lose it. He was the only reason I lived for. I had gone through a lot before I was with Niall. I'm not gonna go into detail though. It's too much of a long story.

I finally heard Niall yell from downstairs telling me he was going to leave the house key on the coffee table. I didn't answer. I heard him open the door and then it shut. As soon as I heard it close I completely lost it. I was screaming and crying my heart out. It hurt so much more than I was expecting. I felt like a piece of me was missing. I threw myself on my bed in the fetal position, crying into my pillow. I tried to stop screaming but it just kept coming out. No matter how hard I tried it just kept coming out. I missed him. I missed his kisses. His hugs. His voice. The way he made love to me and he was only gone for a few hours... I just want him to come back. I was crying for several hours more before finally dozing off clutching one of the shirts he had left behind. As I slept, I dreamt about the night Niall and I met. At a One Direction concert. I was 17. He was 19. He had seen me in the crowd and during the intermission he had one of the guards call me backstage. I was nervous. I thought I was being kicked out for doing something wrong but then he took me and left me in an empty dressing room. He told me to wait there so I did. A few minutes later, and someone had opened the door. I looked up to see THE Niall Horan walking towards me. My mouth fell agape. He smiled and introduced himself even though I knew who he was. I told him my name and we talked for awhile. He made me laugh. He was so much sweeter and cuter in person. He then excused himself to continue the concert and I watched the rest backstage. When the concert was over he came straight back to me and he introduced the rest of the boys. We hung out for a bit before I had realized how late it was and I had to go home. He looked at me with a pout but gave me his number to give him a call. He got me a taxi and I headed home. When I got home I texted him. I was so happy to see it wasn't a fake number. We ended up texting that whole night and we had been inseparable since.

I woke up from that dream with tears still in my eyes. I missed him. I missed my Nialler...