Flying in Love (a Niall Horan fan fic)

Chapter 62

Niall's P.O.V.

Brian lets me go in by myself, telling me he'll be waiting in the car. Hopefully, I won't be leaving for Ireland by myself.

The flat is nice, but right now, I just need to find Lexi. I try to be as silent as I can, as I step out of the front hallway, but I guess I'm not quiet enough. Soon, I see dark hair making it's way around a corner and my heart stops.

I forgot how much I missed her.

"Lexi", I whisper, and she rubs her eyes, as if she thinks she's dreaming.

She walks up to me, and I'm expecting a hug. What I get is the exact opposite.

"No." I blink. "Niall Horan, you are not going to waltz in here, like in every romance movie, and expect 'us' to be okay!" she shouts. Definitely not what I was expecting.

"Lex..."

"No, don't you 'Lex' me. I moved to get away from you, to start a new life. I like you, Niall, I really do, but I can't be with you. Between the hate and the heartbreak, it's going to be too much."

Definitely not what I was expecting. The words come flying off her lips, as if she had rehearsed them in the mirror.

"Lexi, please." Was she not even a little shocked that I was here? I did fly about half way across the world, and she just yells at me without even asking why I came here. It annoys me, but I love her. And I obviously need to show her that I'm not going to break her heart.

So I rack my heart for some words to say, but before I get very far into my thinking, she's starting again.

"Niall, I don't want you to say anything, please. I can't be your girlfriend, I can't even be your friend." This really shocks me. This whole time, I've basically been trying to find a way to change her mind, but now I'm being friend-zoned. My head starts to slightly spin, my mind super jet lagged. I can't even think straight now. All I can pay attention to is Lexi's beautiful eyes, and the way her lips move as she talks.

Lexi's P.O.V.

What is going on? Niall shows up, inside of my flat, and I'm declining him. I must be screwed up in the head, but I can't fall in love with him again. I've been working on pushing him out of my heart, and now he's here?

The words fall out of my mouth, and I tell him what I've been wanting to say for a while.

"I can't be your girlfriend", I tell him, as he starts to sway on his feet. I ignore it and continue my rant. This part is going to hurt the most. I almost forget about it, but I need to get it off my chest.

"I can't even be your friend. I won't say I don't have feelings for you, because I do. But I can't keep texting you, calling you, or getting together with you when you're on break. There's thousands of girls out there, who love you. Someone is right for you. It's just not me. I can't deal with the pressure of all those people. I wasn't made for that kind of life. I can't be your friend because even though I can't be with you, I'll want to. And if we're friends then, when you find the right girl, it will hurt. And I don't want to face that. I'm sorry." I take a deep breath, and I realize that I had started crying.

Wiping away the tears I rush to my room, softly closing the door.

I throw myself onto my bed and cry for what seems like hours, as random thoughts run through my head.

How did he get in?

Why did he come here?

Is he going to remember to lock the door when he leaves?

Is he going to leave?

Why am I so stupid?

After what seems like forever, I fall asleep.

In the morning, I wake up with a killer headache, probably from all the crying I did last night.

Last night.

Groaning, I push myself out of bed, and walk out into the hallway. Peaking into the living room, I see it's empty.

Carefully I check every room of the house, until I reach the kitchen.

Standing at the stove, flipping bacon on a frying pan, is

"Brian?"

He turns around and gives me one of his cheesy grins.

"Hey, sis. Wondering when you'd wake up. You do realize it's twelve o'clock, right?"

It doesn't surprise me, I did have a rough night last night.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I heard what had happened last night, so I decided to come over to cheer you up."

My eyes narrow as I realize who exactly let him in.

"Brian!" I hiss. "Why did you let him in!"

He sighs and turns back to the stove.

"You both needed to face reality. So I decided to give you both a wake up call."

"What are you talking about?"

"You like Niall. You might even love him still. But Niall needs to realize that he can't always get what he wants. Just because he's loved by almost the whole female population, he can't have everything. I just wanted to see if you guys would work things out I guess."

His words make sense. And they're all true.

But my mind is so mixed up. The fangirl part of it is screaming at me to stop being such a drama queen and to quit with the 'hard to get act' that I'm not even playing, but the other half is telling me that I can't go down this road of pain.

So I just nod, and quietly leave the room to go throw myself a pity-party, involving my two best friends.

The television and a few cartons of ice cream.

A/N

Okay, so the chapter is short, and I feel bad, but I updated right? :) Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, because it was fun to write, and maybe we'll have a second update tonight? So sorry for the short chapter! Love you all!

~Kate