Gotta Be You


I glance up at him, and sure enough he has tears trickling down his face. I reach up and wipe them away with my thumb.

“I thought I had lost you. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had.” He says it slightly louder now. “I was terrified. I shouldn’t have left you. I should have been by you that whole time.” He shakes his head, tears flowing steadily now.


19. Where are they?

Megan's POV



I roll over in Niall's arms; gently kissing his nose. He smiles in his sleep and his hold on me loosens, allowing me to slip out of bed.


I enter the bathroom and immediately strip down. I step into the warm shower and lightly hum to myself; easing my nerves.


Singing did that for me; relaxed me; controlled me. Well, music in general did that for me. Ever since I was little music was my get away.


I break away from my thoughts, beginning to shampoo and condition my hair.


After my 10 minutes in the shower I step out and dry off with a big towel; wrapping myself in its warmth. The tiles create a contrast in heat differences as I make my way across the floor; making my way to the closet.


I pull on a pair of black skinny jeans and match it with a long, white, knit sweater. Adding some final jewellery I made my way to my car; after leaving a note telling Niall of my whereabouts.


When I arrive at the mall I have one thing on my mind; Niall. I still needed a present for him. Christmas was merely five days away.


After walking through the mall for an hour, I had almost given up hope; until I laid my eyes on the most beautiful guitar I've ever seen before.


I rushed into the store and bought it without a second thought; knowing it would be perfect for Niall.


The guitar was older looking, but still in great shape. It was made of different coloured woods and it contrasted beautifully.


I grabbed an orange, green and white pick along with it. I got his name inscribed on the pick to resemble him and his journey from Mullingar; I was so proud of him for making it this far.


I walked out of the store with the new guitar in its case and the pick sitting idly inside as well.


I peeked through the door before entering; searching for any sign if Niall.


Left? Nope.


Right? Nope.


"Niall? Babe? You home?" I call out hoping I don't get a response. When I don't, I wander into our room and try to find a hiding place for it. I place the guitar behind my jackets and dresses; figuring they were ling enough to cover it.


I make my way back down the stairs tripping slightly. I fall and hit my back on the last stair. I groan and ease myself up. Luckily I wasn't far up or that would've hurt a lot more than it did.


Deciding to be lazy the rest of the evening, I make myself a cup of tea and settle down with a Christmas movie.


My last thought before falling into unconsciousness is:


'Where is everybody?'


And then sleep hit me like a dump-truck.

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