Stole My Heart

Leah's dreams were coming true. She's made it onto the X-Factor, and she was going places. The last thing she imagined would happen was that Niall Horan from One Direction would ask her out. Suddenly, her life is turned upside down as love, heartbreak, ex-boyfriends, distance, and complications stress their relationship to the max. Can they overcome everything?



8. Heartbreak

The next four weeks went by fast. We didn’t hear from James at all, and Niall and I were getting closer and stronger with each day. He came to all of my rehearsals and performances, giving me moral support and helping me grow as an artist. Then came the eliminations. After going to the live shows, and it seemed like I was doing so well, I was voted off. I was headed home.

Away from my dreams.

Away from X-Factor.

Away from Niall.

The hardest part was not breaking down on national television. I held it in until I walked off stage and saw Niall, who looked like he was ready to cry for me. I ran to him and clung to him, sobbing into his chest as he stroked my hair and whispered soothingly to me, but I could hear the sadness in his voice, and soon he was crying with me. I had to leave the next evening, and Niall had to stay with the rest of the guys as the mentors for the continuing contestants, so he wouldn’t be able to go with me.

After a little while, I finally calmed down and just stood there with Niall, holding each other tightly. He took a deep, shaky breath, kissed my hair, and pulled away. He took my hand and led me out of the building to the car, but we didn’t go anywhere. We just sat in the car in silence.

Finally, Niall spoke. “What do we do now..? I don’t want you to leave..” He muttered, glaring at the steering wheel.

I couldn’t speak. I shook my head and stared off in front of me. “We continue.” I whispered, unsure of what I really meant.

Niall signed and looked over at me with sad eyes, his ocean blue eyes filled with unshed tears. “We can make this work. Louis, Liam, and Zayn make their relationships work in distance. We can, too..” He started rambling on about ways we can make it work, and it became evident to me that we wasn’t about to stop.

I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at me. I crashed my lips to his, not giving it a second thought. We pulled away a few seconds later, and I grabbed his face with both of my hands and just stared into his eyes. “We’re stronger than this. We can do this.”

A huge grin broke out on his face, and he grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands off of his face, and kissing me forcefully. I was slightly caught off guard, but I adjusted quickly, kissing his back wholeheartedly. He started smiling through the kiss and pulled back, looking at me. He quickly kissed me on the nose, making me giggle, and started the car. As we headed back to the house, reality set back in. We had to go pack up my stuff, because I had to be out the next evening. There was no avoiding that.

We drove in silence, both of us dreading the painful process of sending me home. We got to the house, and walked inside slowly. This would be the last night I spent here. We were both moving in slow motion, neither of us in a rush to start. I slowly unlocked the door and walked in, taking everything in. This was it. No more. Surprisingly, I wasn’t sad about being off the show. I got on, that was more than most people could say. I made it somewhere, and this wasn’t the end of me as an artist. I would keep singing and making music. Maybe I’d get my own record deal someday, too.

The thing I was really upset about was leaving Niall. We were so used to being with each other, not leaving, just being together. Now I had to leave. We’d get through it, but it wouldn’t be easy.

He walked up behind me, sliding his arms around my waist and just holding me. I leaned back against him, taking in everything about him. The feel of him wrapped around me, his scent, how he was breathing, everything.

We stood there for a long time, I couldn’t even tell you how long we stood there, him just holding me. Eventually, I had to pull away. I had less than 24 hours to pack all of my stuff up and get out of the house.

I took Niall’s hand and led him up the stairs, fighting tears in the process. This was the last night I’d have him with me for a while, and it was hard for me to handle.

It took us all night to pack up all of my stuff, because neither of us wanted to do it. We were going incredibly slow, and around 6am, we had everything packed and in the hallway, and we fell asleep sprawled out on my bed.


I woke up a little after 11 with a sleeping Niall draped across my waist, his head in my lap, snoring softly. I smiled and gently lifted him off of me, sliding off the bed in the process. He was laying sideways on the bed, the blanket wrapped awkwardly around his legs and lower torso. He tried to cling to my waist, which was no longer there for him to hold onto, and he made a face when he realized that. I couldn’t help but laugh at him, he looked so adorable. I didn’t want to wake him up, so I quickly kissed him on the cheek and ran from the room.

I slowly walked down to the kitchen, desperately needing a cup of coffee. My flight was at 4, and I had to be out by 2 so people could come in and clean. I looked at the clock on the stove and saw it was quarter of 12 already. I had enough time to make and eat something, then I had to leave.

I pulled bacon and eggs out of the fridge, then threw bread in the toaster.

I was about halfway done with the eggs, and the bacon was covered and in the microwave, when two strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind and pulled me backwards, and held me tightly. I laughed and looked up at him, standing on my toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. he smiled ruefully at me and let go, allowing me to finish cooking. He helped himself to the bacon in the microwave and leaned against the island across from me, watching me finish cooking.

We ate everything quickly after I finished, and he helped me pack up the car, and we were off to the airport.


After a few painful hours of airport security and luggage drop, it was 3:45, and my flight was boarding. Niall and I stood there, holding each other, tears streaming down both of our faces.

They called for my flight one last time, alerting everyone that it was about to take off. I pulled back from Niall and looked at him. Without thinking, I kissed him passionately, then quickly turned and ran to my flight without looking back, because if I turned around and looked at him again, I wouldn’t be able to leave.

I found my seat and settled in slowly, taking everything in and staring out my window as my flight took off, leaving my love behind.

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