Blair Collins is a spunky 19-year-old who desires to follow her wildest dreams and live life to the fullest, alongside her best friend, Delaney. After deciding to leave her town in Ohio for big-city Chicago, she expects to continue her normal life that consists of partying, influencing and modeling, and one-night stands--that is until she meets hot-shot club owner, Niall Horan.
Turns out Ohio wouldn't be the only thing that would be bad for her.
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"No!" she shouts. "Just stop. You want to know why I'm so upset? I'm upset because I care about you so fucking much, Niall. I don't want to. Honestly, it would've been easier if you were dead, because then there would be no possible way for me to keep coming back to you. But you aren't, and I don't want you to be. That's why I'm mad. I'm upset and angry because I could've easily lost you, and I'm not ready for that. I don't think I ever will be, and it fucking terrifies me, because I know one day I will. One day you'll be gone forever." Multiple tears stream down her face as her voice cracks. She tries to compose herself by pacing her breaths and remaining silent.
Unsure about what to do, I rush up to her and pull her into my chest. "I'm right here. I didn't mean for you to see that. This is exactly what I was scared about," I lowly whisper.
"What?" she sniffles as I sigh. "Us caring about each other. I'm dragging you into my treacherous world and I can't. You're too pure, too angelic," I feel myself become overwhelmed by my emotions.
"What are you saying," she pulls away from me. "No," she shakes her head as I feel my heart slowly breaking.
"Blair, I don't know if I can be in your life anymore."
"You don't get to make this decision for me," she hisses at me. "It's my life and I get to do whatever I want."
This hurts so fucking bad and I have no idea why.
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She giggled a little as she looked over at the older couple. "That's going to be us one day."
"Yeah?"
She rested her head on my shoulder, giving me a quick kiss on my neck before nestling in. I scooted her closer to me with my free hand, resting my hand on her leg.
I looked at the older couple for a minute. They were sitting quite close to each other, holding each other's hand, deep in their own world. It was obvious theirs was a love that had deep roots; a love that still made them feel young.
I looked down at the woman I had next to me. Her fingers intertwined with mine, her other arm wrapped around my waist. She was perfection, still, even after all this time.
"How did I get so lucky?" I whispered softly, to myself.