She was gone. I forced my eyes shut, letting a tear fall down the side of my face. "Please, Y/N." I pleaded.
Her hands were clenched onto the handle of her suitcase, as she gave me one final look. "I love you Niall." She whispers before leaving. Leaving me..
She was insecure.
She didn't believe in herself.
No matter how much I told her I loved her, she never did believe me.
Whenever I told her I loved her she would say that the fans were right; that I deserve someone better; someone more beautiful.
She was my everything. From the way she would smile, to when her laugh would echo through our house.
her beautiful hair bouncing off her shoulders, her gorgeous eyes, the little dimple she got when she smiled.
When our fingers would be intertwined.
I loved absolutely everything about her. Her imperfections were what made me love her more.
It had been a year since I last saw her beautiful face. And I miss her.
She stormed out of the house, not looking back once. Zayn and I searched for her the entire night, but she was nowhere to be found.
I'm sure she has already moved on. And that hurts me.
Maybe I didn't deserved her.
