The one that got away

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

[Completed story]


31. That morning

I woke up the next morning to an empty spot next to me in bed. They couldn’t have left; Niall wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. Would he?  Of course not.

I stared blankly at the dark blue colored wall. I examined every bit of it. I took in every inch, making sure to remember every single detail from how the paint was perfect except for the bottom left corner where it started to chip a bit. The light came through the blinds making lines all over my skin and the white sheets of his bed. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath inhaling his scent for what would be for a long time. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times, liking the feel of my eyelashes against my skin. I watched as the wind from the opened window blew his curtains lightly every once in a while. The memories of this summer washed over me in flashbacks and I smiled at how much fun I’d had. The birds sung their calming melody outside in the trees and a light sprinkle started outside. There was something about the sound of the rain mixed with the chirps of the birds that was so incredibly beautiful that I would’ve stayed lying there forever. 

There was about a week and a half left of summer, but the best I’ve had stops now.

I heard shuffling outside the door and the doorknob turned slowly. A streak of blonde hair peeked through the opening. I shut my eyes and pulled the covers up to my nose covering my mouth so I wouldn’t smile. And I lay there, pretending to sleep.

The footsteps make their way closer and closer to my immobile body only moved by my breathing making my chest rise up, then down.

I felt my hair be tucked behind my ear and fingers caress my face. The bed shifted and made a small squeaking sound under the new weight that had just been placed on it. I heard him curse under his breath and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from laughing. He was so gentle.

I guess they hadn’t left after all.

He bent down and kissed my temple softly.

He sat on the bed beside me for about ten minutes until his alarm clock sounded. He cursed under his breath (again) and hurried to shut it off.  He snapped his head around to make sure I was still sleeping but to me, this was the perfect way to play my wake up.

I groaned, rubbing my eyes and stretched my arms over my head. I opened my eyes and saw Niall sitting at my side.

“It woke you didn’t it?” he asked guilty.

“Mhmm..” I lied.

“Are you sure you don’t want to- ” He stopped himself as I raised my eyebrows.

“I- never mind, I guess I didn’t think that one through, I-” He stuttered.

I smiled weakly. “Ni, it’s fine. I’d love to spend more time with you. But this tour, it’s about you guys.”

He nodded understandingly.

I lay there for a few minutes till I shot up in bed.

“I FORGOT TO BY MY PLANE TICKETS!” I yelled, panicking.

“Vee, Vee. It’s fine. I’m sure there’ll be a flight back to Ireland opened.”

“And I didn’t even pack! I can’t believe I didn’t plan this through! I’m usually so organized.” I ushered on.

He stabilized me by holding my shoulders with his outstretched arms.

“Calm down. Shhh. Take deep breaths.” He soothed.  “I think it’s just the stress mixed with a bunch of shuffled feelings.”  

I nodded taking a deep breath and shutting my eyes.

“In how long are you leaving?” I asked.

“We’re leaving at 3.”

“I guess I’ll go start packing now then.” I said getting up off the bed and walking to Louis’ room. I turned around quickly, before exiting Niall’s room. “Does he know?” I examined his confused face. “Does he know about Harry?”

He sighed, shrugging. “Harry and he are best of mates; I doubt he’d keep it to himself.”

I nodded  slowly, walking out of the room. I walked down the hallway and braced myself standing up straight in front of his door. My arm lifted and my hand clenched into a fist lined at the right level of the door, simply waiting for my gentle knock. 

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