Just My Luck

When Ellie goes to Ireland to visit a plot of land her grandmother left for her she meets a friend of Niall Horan and slowly after meeting Niall himself, they begin to fall in love.

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7. Turn Around

Ellie's POV

 

It's been 4 months since I left Ireland. Since I broke Niall's heart. If I could go back in time I would have changed everything. I miss him. I miss him so much. When I see Niall in interviews he's always quieter. And then they ask him;

"Niall, are you still looking for you're princess?"

He doesn't answer, "He found her, but she got scared and left." Liam answers for him.

"What do you mean 'scared'?" 

Niall butts in, "Scared of having someone like her as much as I did. Scared of not being able to see me when I'm away, and scared of the future."

 

I turned off the TV. 

I cried for the first time since we had broken up. I cried until I didn't have any energy. 

I'm going to Ireland I said to myself, I'm leaving tonight.

I ran upstairs got my bags and left a note for my parents.

 

Almost no one was at the airport so it didn't take me very long to get my ticket and go through security. The flight was long so I slept the whole way.

 

I took a deep breathe and stepped out of the airplane. I needed all the luck I could get. 

"Taxi!" I yelled as one passed me. The car stopped and I got in.

"Where to?" The driver asked.

"Mullingar please." We drove away.

 

The driver dropped me off at the pub. I opened the door and walked in, looking for Chris. There he was, cleaning a table. He looked up and saw me. 

"Holy shit." He mouthed.

I walked towards him. Chris stood there awkwardly.

"Hi." I started.

"Hey..."

"What am I doing here?"

"Yeah."

'I came back for Niall."

"He's not here."

"Where is he?"

"Ellie, why did you come back for him?"

"I saw him. I saw him on TV and he's quieter. When I left I wanted to come right back and erase everything that happened. I needed to. Chris, I never ever stopped loving him."

Chris was quiet.

"He stopped loving me didn't he?"

"I don't know. We don't talk about it."

I ran my fingers through my hair like Zayn would. "Where is he?" I asked him again.

"Holmes Chapel. Where Harry lives, they're all there." He gave me the address. 

I hugged Chris, "Thank you. I owe you. For everything."

 

I called the Taxi and they took me back to the airport. I booked a flight to Cheshire and left 20 minutes later.

When the plane landed I raced to get my bags and down to Holmes Chapel. The taxi driver drove down the highway as fast as he could and into Holmes Chapel, just like I had asked him too. We both looked for Harry's house and when we found it I handed the driver some money, he told me to keep it. I protested, but he ended up driving away without the money.

 

This was it. I knocked on the door. A woman opened the door, it was Harry's mom.

"Hi are the boys here?" I asked.

She started to close the door thinking I was some crazy american fan.

"Wait!" She opened the door a little bit, "I'm looking for Niall. Please. I really need to talk to him." A tear rolled down my cheek. If she didn't let me in then I had wasted my time.

"Your Ellie aren't you." She whispered.

I nodded.

"Come in, they'll be home soon."

 

I walked inside. Pictures were everywhere. Pictures of Harry as a kid and tons on the table that they still needed to sign.

Anne came up to me, "He'll be surprised."

"I know. I didn't come with a warning to get out of here." 

She laughed, "That's ok."

"What will he do?" I asked her.

"Honestly?" I nodded, "I don't know."

I sighed, "Maybe this wasn't a good idea."

"Hey, don't give up. You just got here."

I smiled, no wonder Harry never stopped trying.

 

We sat down on the couch and had a heart to heart conversation. Then the boy's voices came echoing from outside. Anne got up and walked to the door. I stayed on the couch with a straight back. This was it this was my second chance. Please, I prayed, please.

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