With You - Niall Horan Love Story

"Although the pub was dim, I could clearly make out his beautiful blue eyes, and perfect long blonde hair that I just wanted to reach out and curl in between my fingers."

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43. Chapter 43

 

 

**Jena’s POV**

            I was frozen. My mind was telling me to run to the gate and get on the plane, but my feet would not move. He just stared at me with those eyes, those eyes that made me feel so important, but at the same time ache of pain knowing I had to leave. I had to get out of his life before I ruined it. Neither of us had moved when Harry finally ran over to me, “What are you doing? Where are you going?” Niall slowly walked over to us, not taking his pained eyes off of me. That’s when my tears started pouring down uncontrollably. “I have to go, I have to get out of here. This isn’t the place for me anymore.” Harry was about to say something before Niall quickly cut him off, “Just like that, you’re leaving.” He sounded almost mad but then caught himself “without even saying goodbye.” I couldn’t do this; I couldn’t keep this from him. It was so hard not telling him why I had to go, how it would hurt him and his career. He would never let me leave, he would do anything in his power to fix it, but I knew Abby would only make it worse. Harry looked at Niall and then at me, turning to walk away before saying one last thing, “Please don’t go.” It made me realize I was not just leaving Niall but every one of the people that meant the most to me at this time in my life. The pain drastically deepened.

            We looked at each other for a minute and I wanted so bad to kiss him and poor my heart out to him but I knew I couldn’t. Luckily it was a late flight, and most the media knew about my birthday party tonight so they were most likely all there, at least until they realized where we really were. Good thing because Niall and I were both a complete mess. He finally spoke up, “So this is it, you’re leaving. Can I change your mind?” at this point I could not help but start hysterically crying, barely able to breath. I saw a few tears fall from his eyes. “I have to, it’s for the best Niall, for your career, for the two of us.” He grabbed me pulling me into him, “Please, ill do anything. I can’t lose you. I have never been happier in my life then I have been in the past few months. Every time I sing I sing for you, if I am not singing for you I don’t care if I sing anymore.” I pulled back from him wiping the stream of tears from my eyes, “Don’t say that. Singing is your life, your future. And I am not standing in the way of it anymore. There is someone out there meant for you, I just don’t think its me.” It was taking everything in me not to be sick. I hated lying to him. Making him think that I wanted to leave him, when in no way was that what I wanted.

“Last call for flight 823 to New York, JFK, Last call.” The lady over the loud speaker announced, forcing me to turn around to see a stewardess looking over in my direction. “I have to go, I’m so sorry Niall.” He was trying so hard not to let the tears stream down his face. I could see in his eyes everything he wanted to say, “don’t leave,” “come home,” “we can fix this.” He didn’t need to say anything. But for all he knew this was what I wanted, and he wasn’t going to hold me back. Little did he know that this wasn’t in any way what I wanted. I grabbed my carry on, turning and leaving him standing there, motionless, lifeless. As I handed my ticket to the stewardess, I looked at him one last time and motioned the words “I love you,” before walking through the door, hearing it push shut and lock behind me. 

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