The one that got away

I'm Niall Horan's SISTER? Then why did he...

[Completed story]


32. Packing

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The door opened softly, without anyone pulling on it. It just opened with the touch of my knuckles on the wood.

I peeked my head inside, looking swiftly around.

And there he was. Bundled up in his navy covers, his red sheets pulled over his head. I looked around the room, noticing a dent in the perfectly painted wall parallel to his bed. I looked down guiltily. There was a crumpled up ball on the floor near his bed. I walked over quietly and bent down to pick it up. I unfolded it, revealing a picture of us. I brought my hand up to my face and covered my mouth, catching my breath. I wanted to be with him. I really did. I just didn’t know if I could stand being apart from him for so long. I flipped over the picture and there was writing on it. His handwriting. It read “I loved you.” A little lower. “I still do.” And in the corner “And I might always.”  The two last sayings were scribbled over in pen. As if he had a change of mind. I swallowed the ball in my throat and crumpled it back up and placing it where it’d been found. There was a sudden ache in my heart. I blinked a few times catching the tears that threatened to fall. I scratched my head and got up. It took so much strength not to just go and lay my body next to his. But I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. My mind was cloudy but then I remembered what I’d come here to do.

I walked up to his bed and got on my knees. I bent down and reached under his bed, dragging out my suitcase. I carried it to his desk and rested it on the chair. I unzipped it as quietly as possible and opened his closet. I took all of my clothes off of the hangers and folded them in my suitcase. Next, I walked over to his dresser and opened the drawer that held a few of my belongings.  I took out every single piece and shoved it into my suitcase. I strolled into the bathroom and cradled all of my hair products, face creams, makeup. I walked over to my suitcase and carefully placed them in the small pockets of my bag.

Maybe I shouldn’t have broken up with him… It was stupid and I spontaneous and I regret it. Partially. In some ways I won’t have to worry about losing him, in others, I already have. It’s too late.

I zipped up my suitcase and stood it on the floor. I pulled out the handle bar and rolled it carefully out of the room. I heard some shuffling in his bed but ignored it; I wanted to get out of that room as soon as possible just in case I would actually wake him. As I closed the door I saw him pull down his covers and his face stare at the place where I had just been standing. I sucked in a sharp breath. Had he been awake the whole time? He sighed and looked towards the door, I quickly moved away from the crack where he could’ve seen me watching him.  I bit the inside of my cheek and walked away. 

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