The Love I'll Never Forget (Niall Horan Love Story )

It was 2075 when Elena Rider was telling her love story that happen in 2013.When she first met Niall Horan where there love begins after One Direction's concert in London United Kingdom.


44. Chapter 44

I watch him pick up the rings. I see him turn around helping Amy. Harry and Zayn pull me to the guest house. They finally let me go when we get outside. I clean my mouth. They open the door. I walk in. They sit next to me. I ask for water. Harry goes and get 3 cup of water. I poor water into my mouth. After 5 seconds I spit it out in the sink. They look away. I finally start calming down. I walk to room. I hear them talk about something. All I can think about is the words I said to Niall. I put my head into my hands. I look out a window in the room. I see Amy stomping towards the guest house. She looks pissed. I put my hands into a fist. I stomp out of the room. I open the door. I see Amy waiting for me.

"Elena what are you doing?" Harry asked.

"Giving her another round." I said as I walked outside.

I walk over to Amy. I hear the guys running out. I get in Amy's face.

"What do want to say bitch. Because I'm ready." I said as I was ready to pull her hair.

"Bitch? BITCH?!" She yelled.

She grabs my hair. I try to get out of her grip. Harry and the guys try to let us go. But she held on to me. I slapped her face. She cried. I push her down. I get on top. Harry and Zayn grabs my legs. Which I hit them. They whined. I pick up Amy. I throw her on the grass. She cries. I was about to hit her when I felt the arms that hugged me when gram's died. I turn around. I see Niall with blood shot eyes. I try to get out of his grip. He holds on to me. He takes me inside the guest house. I hear all the guys walking towards the house. I move away from him.

"Elena please." He beggs.

"Niall. I can't. Your not hanging out with me after we got married the second time. Amy came and I had to take care of our son by myself. You said we were in this together. But how I saw it, I was in this thing by myself. And the second birthday of our daughter you didn't care. All you did is party. Then all of sudden you care. You might as well marry Amy. You both make a good couple. And just forget me. I think its best if we get a divorce." I said as I turned around and faced a picture of our first wedding. I saw how I looked at Niall.

I felt his arms around me. I broke down crying. I turn around. He held on really tight. I wrap my arms around him. I cried on his chest. He picked me up and took me to a room. He laid me down on the bed. He laid next to me. I rested my head on his chest. I heard his heart beat. I look up at him. I slowly lean in. I kiss his chin. I kiss his lips. He sits up. Lets just say somethings happened.

I open my eyes. I feel his hand rubbing my back softly. I hug him. I feel him take me left hand. He slid the rings on my finger. I smile at him. I kiss his hand. I sit up. I cover my body with the blanket. I grab the top layer. I walk to the bathroom. I change into my bra and underwear. I put his shirt on. I walk to him. I get on top of him. I grab his face. I lean in for a kiss. I press a kiss on his lips. I we stay there for a long time. I pull away. I sit up. I look down with disappointment.

"Whats wrong?" he asked me.

"Behind this smile there's a girl crying waiting for someone to save her from everything. From the pain from herself. And thanks for a boy saved her from the world. Thanks to his boy she's not afraid of anything. Just losing him forever. And thanks to this boy named Niall he saved me from all my fears and thanks to him I love him and I never want to lose him." I said as I kissed his hand. "I love you." I said.

"I love you more." He said.

"We should get out of here." I said.

"No I think I want to stay here for a little bit more." He said as he put his boxers on.

He walked to a corner of the room. He grabbed a guitar. He slowly walked as he played Little Things.

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