Endlessly (A One Direction Love Story)

Anika has always been friends with Liam Payne. She forced him to play with her dolls when they were little, saw him in the front row at each of her dance recitals, forced him into the car for hours while she drove to auditions, and made him critique her every move at the studio. But two years ago, she sat backstage as her best friend sang his heart out for the second time. But this time, instead of coming home after two weeks, he was gone. For good. Liam and Ana still spend every waking hour together, but things are different. Niall and Ana are spending every waking hour together, and Liam's jealous. Will it be the classic story of the best friends who are meant to be, or are Liam and Ana destined to be... just friends?


18. Anger Management



I followed Harry to his car and we drove in silence to my flat building, where he dropped me off without a word.


"Thanks." I said, slamming the door behind me. I took the lift to my flat and stormed through the front door. I dropped my purse on the floor and took my shoes off, hurling them off in random directions. I heard a bang and the picture Niall had painted fell to the floor. I glared at it and went into my room, stripping off my clothes as I went. When I got to my room I pulled on some of my trackies and a tee, careful not to wear any of Niall's clothes.


He had no right to tease me for being jealous when he reacted like that when I kissed Harry. I flopped back onto my bed and burried my head in my pillow. The worst part was that Abigail was actually really pretty and really nice. She even apologized that she had to kiss Niall, saying that it was clear he didn't want to kiss her at all and she felt like a bitch for it. I felt bad hating her, but that didn't stop me from wanting to rip her hair out.


Liam came by with some chinese food that he left on my dresser, and Danielle put some soft socks on my feet and brushed my hair before they left. I guess it'd been two days that I'd been lazing around. I wanted to apologize to Niall, but I was too stubborn. Fuck my lack of common sence. I ate the cold orange chicken on my night stand and pulled my hair into a bun. Ew. It was like a sweaty man's butthole up in here. I sighed and forced myself throught the shower, and then spent the rest of the day tidying up. There was knock on the door as I was hanging Niall's painting back up. I didn't bother looking out the peephole. Big mistake.


"Ana." Niall said, grabbing me into a bone crushing hug and lifting me off the ground. "I can't be away from you for that long, I messed up and I shouldn't have been so jealous, and I shouldn't have teased you for being jealous. I loved that you were jealous. Because it makes me crazy how you don't understand that no girl could ever even begin to compare to you, ever. There are millions of pretty girls out there, but they can never even begin to make me feel like you do. We've broken so many barriers, and you've made me a different person and I love being that person, but I don't love being that person without you." Niall said. I bit my lip. I wanted to cry because I needed to feel of his arms wrapped around me.


"Niall, I shouldn't have done that. Just because I felt bad doesn't mean I should have made you feel bad too. It was wrong, and I was being stupid and jealous even though I know you'll never hurt me." I said. Niall looked like he was going to cry, and I touched his cheek gently before kissing him. We kissed and kissed over and over again, and soon we were on the couch and the TV was off and the flat was silent except for my heavy breathing. I hugged Niall tightly and he kissed my temple, one head tucked behind his head and the other tucked behind mine like a pillow.


"I love you to the moon and back." He said. I kissed his chin and he laughed.


"I love you more than that." I said. Niall looked down at me with a strange look in his eyes, almost cloudy and sad.


"Good. But I love you more." He said. I raised my eyebrows.


"Really? Cos I love you MORE than your more." I said. Niall didn't smile or laugh, instead he just pulled me to his chest and hugged me tighter than he ever had. I felt him shaking a little. I hugged him back hesitantly. His chin rested on the top of my head and his fingers dug into my back, and my breathing was almost a little restricted because of how tightly he was holding me.



"Please don't leave me, Ana." He said shakily. I tilted my head back so I could see the tear that had slipped down his cheek.


"Niall, you're really scaring me." I said. Niall just looked at me.


"Just say that you aren't going to leave me." He said. I didn't want to leave him... but not everything last forever. I didn't know what was going on, but it sort of scared me.


"Niall, I can't do that. I'm not leaving you anytime soon, but not all relationships last. You need to know tha tI can't make that promise. I might have to leave you eventually. Maybe... maybe you'll leave me." I said. Niall's grip loosened.


"Can you see us together in the future?" He asked. I sighed and shrugged.


"Honestly? No. But I also couldn't see myself not being a prima ballerina." I said. Niall stared at me for a long time. Then he sat up and sat on the other end of the couch. His head rested in his hand and his breathing was laboured.


"Oh." He said after a few minutes.


"Niall, what's this about?" I asked. Niall pressed his eyes into his hands.


"Just, don't fall in love with him. Don't leave me for Harry." He said. I raised my eyes and climbed over to him, and started to rub his back gently.


"Why the hell would I do that? His hair looks like pubes. Gross." I said. Niall snorted. I loved Harry, but his hair was out of control. Still, it was weird that Niall was so worried about me leaving him for Harry. It was... odd. I sighed and used my finger tip to write I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U on his back.

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