Drifting away (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

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(NATASHA’S POV)

The days rolled by and it was almost the day I was dreading the most. Tomorrow Niall was going home. Well, back to England at least. I really really was not excited for this day. I pushed it to the back of my mind for the whole of Niall’s trip. Just suppressing the thoughts that he would actually have to leave eventually. The past days had gone so quick it was like a blur of happy events. We had done so much and I’ve never felt closer to him. Tomorrow was going to be really hard. I guess through the whole time he was here I only saw it as he was here. I guess I left out the detail that eventually it would also mean goodbye...again.

I was scared. No scratch that, I was frightened. Frightened that after he left I would be miserable, frightened that this would be the last time I saw him for years, frightened that after he got on that flight tomorrow he would altogether forget about me.

But there was one thing I was sure of. We were gonna make the most of what time we had together left. Even if it’s just spending the whole day watching movies, we were still together. That’s why we were best friends; we could make fun out of any situation.

”Niall?” I called out from my bedroom, lifting myself up from my bed.

“Yesm?” He said with a grin on his face, popping his head in through my door from the hallway.

“So, you’re leaving tomorrow”, his face drops.

“I know, and?” He asks with a frown on his adorable face.

“Well I think we should do something different today, you know. Have a good day to remember.” I say with hopefully.

His frown disappears and the corners of his mouth start to rise into a smile.

“And what did you have in mind.”                                   

“That’s what I need your help with! I can’t think of anything!” I huffed.

“Hmmm, well how about a movie.” He replied.

“Too boring.”

“Go to a park?”

“It’s raining.”

“Skydiving?”

I look up at him with a horror filled look, “never.”

“It was just a suggestion.” He states in an annoyed tone.

“Sorry, I just can’t decide.” I state throwing my hands up in the air dramatically.

“Well, I can cook you a special dinner considering you’re the one that always cooks.” He says.

I smile sheepishly at him, “no thanks, I think skydiving would be safer.”

He sticks his tongue out at me and walks fully into my room and collapses onto the bed.

“How about we just come up with a few good ideas and pick them randomly out of a hat?” He asks.

I stare at him, abit shocked. He notices my surprised expression, “what”? He asks looking at me weirdly.

“Nothing, that’s just a good idea, I’m surprised you came up with it.” I wink.

He laughs and punches me playfully on the arm.

So for the next half an hour we wrote fun ideas of what we could do that day on little bits of paper and tossed them in one of Niall’s (many) snapbacks.