FOREVER [Niall Horan] ✔

Chapter 59

Put a little love on me- Niall Horan
If you're comfortable, I suggest you all to listen to 'Put a little love on me' while reading this chapter.
Happy reading.

"We cannot all be artists and I must admit I do not know how to paint but if I were to take a palette all my colours would be of you." -Courtney Peppernell

Niall's POV

Aiden was helping me draw you.

I read before keeping the letter, that Ana left along with the canvas, on the table and picking up the canvas. I trace it with my fingertips, feeling the texture of the paint and the fabric underneath it. I've been staring at it for the past few minutes, the canvas getting prettier the more I look at it, and realise how it looks better than me in every aspect, so peaceful, patient, empathetic and confident. Even though the painting is incomplete, it still somehow looks so perfect.

As I scrutinize the painting, I come to the realisation of how Ana looks at me; with love and passion. My heart hurts at the way I treated her. It was so rude and heartless of me to shout at her the way I did. I hate myself for handling the situation in the worst way I can. If only I would have let her explain herself and not have jumped to conclusions and behaved like the complete arse that I am. I hate myself so much for letting the best thing that's ever happened to me slip out of my hands.

I keep the canvas on the coffee table in front of me before picking up my laptop and getting back to my work. I've been trying to keep myself busy for the last couple of days so that I don't think about her much but I barely succeed. Even while working there's a part of me that keeps thinking about her, her eyes, her lips, her smile, her hair, her kiss, her touch, her body and every little thing about her.

Maybe there's still a chance that she'll accept and take me back because I can't live without her. I need her back. She's literally the only person who keeps me guarded and sane and I cannot afford to lose her.

I think about calling her but soon quit the idea and decide to go to her apartment instead. That way, she probably won't deny talking to me like she can on the phone. I keep the laptop on the coffee table before quickly getting up and grabbing my keys from the rack.

I drive to Ana's house and feel a constant pit in my stomach at the thought of how she'd react to me being there. Would she even talk to me? Keeps running in my head and I feel an ache in my heart. What if she says that she doesn't want to talk to me? I shake my head at the thought. Even if she doesn't want to, I'll make her. "I'll make her talk to me, I won't let her go," I chant in my head as I try to calm myself down as much as I can.

I park my car in the first place that I see when I reach the parking lot before exiting it and taking the elevator to her floor. I knock on the door a couple of times, impatiently tapping my feet against the floor as I wait. After a minute, when I get no response, I knock a few more times but to no prevail.

I groan, getting more impatient by the minute. I thought she'd be here because I know that she rarely works on the weekends. Maybe she's sleeping. I fish my pocket and discover that I still, indeed, have Ana's house keys with me.

No matter how wrong this looks right now, I'm desperate to talk to her. I unlock her house and step inside. It looks normal and very quiet and I feel a chill run down my spine. There's a huge mess in the room, art equipments and colour tubes are littered everywhere. A huge puddle of colour is staining the paper underneath it. "Ana?" I call but get no reply. I hesitantly walk towards her room, hoping that she'd be there but it's empty.

The room looks a bit more solemn. The bed is unmade and I furrow my eyebrows, Ana never sleeps in a messed up bed and always tuck the sheets as soon as she wakes up. Some of her clothes are scattered on the bed and the floor and I pick them up, almost sighing at the smell emitting from her clothes, as creepy as it sounds, I hold them against my chest for a while before throwing them in the hamper.