Two Loves

Abbi longs to fall in love. She longs to experience all of the feelings that come with being in love. She doesn't expect to be caught in a love triangle. She'll have to face heartbreak, confusion, and sacrifice. Will things turn out for her, or will she give up on the idea of love all together?

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8. Chapter 7

He kissed me.

Leaning toward me, he pushed my curly hair back from my face, his fingertips brushing against my cheek as he did so. He tentatively pressed his lips against mine, unsure if I would accept his kiss, but still doing it anyway. It was gentle, soft... Sparks electrified my body from head to toe. It wasn't like all of the kisses I'd shared with Liam. They had been rough and passionate. Liam's kisses had shown me how much he cared about me, and I'd loved him; I really had. I was still madly in love with him. But kissing Niall was different. 

The way his hands gently clutched at my waist, his lips molding together with mine. He made me feel safe. He made my heart flutter. I didn't know if I was starting to develop feelings for him, or if I was just reminded of the intimate moments I'd experienced with Liam. But I was kissing him back.

I pulled away quickly, before Niall could start to feel guilty for kissing me when I'd just suffered terrible pain from a breakup. 

"I...I'm sorry" I told Niall, kissing him on the cheek to let him know that I wasn't the least bit angry at him. 

"Abbi, wait... Don't go!" He whispered, clutching at my hand. I gave him a silent, pleading look, begging him to not make this any harder for me. He sighed sadly and let me run back to my car. As soon as I was far enough away to be out of Niall's line of sight, I broke down again. I cried because of so many things I'd just lost; my beloved farm, and Liam. Oh god, Liam. But it wasn't only Liam who I would miss the most. I'd miss Niall. When Liam hadn't been there, I'd relied on Niall for support. He'd been my rock. Of course I'd miss the other boys as well, but Niall was the one I'd grown closest to.

So it was for those reasons that I had to leave. I didn't know where to go, but I had to go somewhere. Away from here. It'd be too complicated if I stayed here. With my developing feelings for Niall and my already-existing feelings for Liam, if I stayed here, things would just end up worse then they were now. And things were pretty bad, I could tell you that. 

I arrived at the airport before I really decided that's where I wanted to go. 

I got through customs and all the other nuisance airport necessities and boarded my plane to California. Sunny California. I was really counting on the bright Sunshine and familiarity of home to get my mood back up.

                                                                                                     

 

 

 

The long flight was spent listening to my favourite music that usually made me feel better (but of course did nothing this time), reading and, mostly, sleeping. 

I was jolted awake by the wheels of the plane touching down on the runway. I was groggy and irritated when I woke up, but my gloomy feelings were replaced with a sense of homecoming as I looked out the window, taking in the breathtaking view.

Once my bags were collected and I was finally out of the crowded airport, I called a taxi. I jumped in the back seat, and as we drove through the city looking for our destination, I took the time to touch on all of the beautiful things I loved about this place.

The friendly people, with their American accents, walking down the street in their sandles and shorts and singlets. The little shops along the beach front, swarming with people rushing to buy ice creams and cold drinks in an attempt to cool themselves down. The bright green palm trees strewn along the beach, getting battered by the crystal blue waves. I loved all of it, and wondered why I'd left here in the first place. 

The taxi came to a stop outside a small, familiar brick house. I paid the driver, thanked him and grabbed my bags, making my way up the little path and to the front door.

I knocked on the door, and instantly, a middle aged woman appeared.

"Abbi!" She gasped, her hand flying to her throat in shock.

"Hi, Mum" I greeted her, forcing a smile.

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