Time was not on my side at all. Before i knew it i was running through the airport trying to find the gate.
"Flight 3b boarding now," the intercom spoke to me, whispering poison into my brain.
"Niall where are you?" I yelled, looking around, earning stares from many people.
I spotted blonde hair and turned him around.
"Sorry wrong person," i muttered running towards the nearest gate.
"Flight 3b to Ireland boarding now,"
I ran towards the lady, looking at the passengers boarding trying to spot the familiar head of hair.
Finally i did, but he was in the front, there were so many people between us.
"Niall wait," i yelled frantically pushing through the crowd. I was screaming my head off but he couldn't hear me.
"Niall wait!" I sobbed, finally getting through the crowd and to the gate.
"I need your ticket mam,"
"I don't have one, niall!" I shouted as he walked through the boarding gate. He turned, looking around with worried eyes.
"Niall over here!" I yelled. His eyes searched the area, scanning each part.
"Niall!"
"Robin?" He called out still not spotting me.
"Sir you need to keep walking please," the officer told him as he held up the line.
Niall nodded and scanned once more.
His eyes finally found me.
His mouth opened slightly before he turned around and boarded his plane.
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a kiss on the wrist
Fanfiction"So this is growing up huh,you know tear stained pillows every night,staring naked at yourself in the mirror, waiting for a text that will never come, wishing for impossible things, like narrower thighs or prettier hair. It's a vicious cycle of bein...
