I'm Sorry

"Please don't leave," he begged again, quietly. "I love you." Emma and Niall met online. They spent seven months talking to each other, getting to know — and falling in love with — one another. Niall can't believe his luck while Emma is head over heels deep. But Niall has to leave America, leaving Emma —and her heart—behind. The pain of not having him near her is taking a toll on her. She's getting depressed, seeing all the things about Niall all over the news and magazines. She doesn't know how much longer she can handle this. Will she give up everything to be with him, or will she give up on him?


1. chapter 1

I woke up to the phone ringing. I scrambled to my feet, rushing to the other side of the room to reach the phone. I grabbed the phone, pressed the answer button, and placed it at my ear.

"Hello?" I breathed.

"Hey," he breathed back.

We sat in silence for a minute until I broke the silence. "What's up?"

"Just sitting on the bus," he said quietly. "Trying not to wake the boys."

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Almost four," he answered. "What about you?"

"Two," I whispered.

"Time zones are getting closer," he said. "I'm almost there."

"How much longer?"

"Just another month," he said. "I'll be in Florida next month."

"I can't wait to meet you," I said.

"I can't either," he replied. "I've been waiting so long to see you."

"Me too."

"I'm just going—"

"Mate, who're you talking to?" someone mumbled.

"No one," he said to them, and then to me: "I have to go. Talk to you tomorrow."

"I love you," I said as the call was cut off.

I sighed and climbed back into bed, feeling my heart ache. I was in love with a guy I hadn't even met. I couldn't be sure it was him or anything, but I had the hope inside of me that he was real. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

I woke up the next morning to three texts. The first one read: Good morning babe xx. I smiled and bit my bottom lip as I continued to read it.

"Oh God," I breathed. "I love him so much."

"Emma, get ready for school!" my mom yelled.

I sighed but got up to get ready anyways. I was pulling a shirt over my head when my phone rang. I rushed over to it and quickly answered it.

"Hello?" I answered excitedly.

"Whoa," my best friend said, "calm down. I was just letting you know I'll be there in fifteen minutes to pick you up."

I hung up after rolling my eyes and sighing heavily. I went back to get ready, now applying makeup. After that I straightened my hair. By then, the doorbell had been going off for ten minutes.

"Emma!" he yelled. "Hurry your ass up!"

I smiled, grabbed my backpack, and went to the door. I opened it and smiled as my best friend scowled at me.

"Relax," I told him. "We're usually twenty minutes early anyway."

"That's because I spend those twenty minutes with my girlfriend," he responded.

"But you have first with her," I reminded him.

He snarled at me. "Just get in the car."

I shrugged and headed to the his car, climbing into the front seat. I threw my bag into the backseat and then propped my feet up on the dashboard. He got in and rolled his eyes.

"Aren't my legs like the best legs you've ever seen?" I asked.

I saw from the corner of my eye that he looked my legs over more than once, licking his lips unconsciously. I laughed before pulling out my phone. I opened my text messages and typed a cute message to Niall.

"Are you texting him again?" my best friend asked.

"No, Tyler, I'm not," I lied.

He shrugged. "You're like in love with someone you don't know, and I'm pretty sure he's been lying to you about who he really is."

"Are you saying that I couldn't get Niall Horan from One Direction?" I teased.

"That's exactly what I'm saying," he retorted. "No superstar is going to fall in love with someone from here. This place is just so small."

I thought about it for a minute. "I guess."

"I'm right, and you know it," he said. "Listen, Emma, I know you love him, and I'm sorry, but you probably aren't talking to the real Niall. It's just so ridiculous."

"Miracles happen," I reminded him quietly.

He sighed. "I know. And you know how much I believe in miracles."

"Yeah," I responded.

"Hey," he said. "You're my miracle, Emma."

I looked at him. "You're my miracle, too."

Tyler smiled softly. "This is why we're best friends."

I smiled back. "Because you love me."

"And you love me," he said.

I leaned over and planted a big kiss on his cheek. He smiled as we pulled into the school parking lot. We parked on our normal spot. I got out, grabbed my bag, and started for the door. At the door was my other best friend. She looked up, smiled, and looked down at her phone again. I walked up to her and peeked over her shoulder, looking at her messages. They were all from Tyler. I rolled my eyes as he came up and enveloped her in a hug. He placed a lazy kiss on her lips, smiling from ear to ear. She kissed him back, then looked at her phone again.

"Whatcha looking at?" he asked.

"You know what," she responded coldly.

I shook my head, laughing. "I'll see you lovebirds later."

I walked away, stuffing my phone into my back pocket. Just as I did, the bell rang. I sighed and headed to my first period.

"So, did you think about it?" someone asked me.

I turned around after closing my locker. Before me stood Nat Johnson, star of the football team. "Um, no," I answered. "I haven't had time."

"Haven't had time?" he questioned, his eyebrows knitting into an angry expression. "Anyways, I still think you should go."

"But," I said, looking around for an escape, "I have theater that night."

He stared at me. "So? Skip it."

"I am not skipping the play!" I exclaimed, crossing my arms over my chest. "You know, you're asking a lot."

"A lot? Damn, I was just asking you to the freaking bonfire," he snapped, rubbing his right temple. "You're so difficult."

"You don't even know me," I countered. "One conversation and suddenly you think you own me."

"What is your problem? I'm asking you on a date," he said. "A date."

"And I'm asking you to respect my plans."

He glared at me. "I didn't even know you had any plans."

"Well, maybe you should've asked," I retorted.

"You're so difficult," he said.

"Thanks," I said, flicking my head back to get the hair out of my face.

"Good thing I like a challenge," he said, smiling.

Did I just attract him more? God. I rolled my eyes just as my phone vibrated in my back pocket. I quickly pulled it out, checking the caller I.D. I answered and pressed the phone against my ear. I could feel Nat looking at me.

"Hello?" I said.

"Emma," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

My heart fluttered. "Yes?"

"I want you," he murmured. "I need you."

"What're you doing?" I asked quietly, trying not to gain the attention of everyone.

"I'm touching myself," he answered, "and thinking about you."

I shivered. "I'm in school."

"I know," he said. "But I have an hour off for lunch so I came back here. Can you skip?"

"You want me to skip?"

"I want you to," he said, his voice putting me on edge. "Please. I need to hear your voice."

"Okay," I said. "Give me ten minutes."

"I don't know if I can wait that long."

"Hold yourself together," I giggled.

"Hurry," he breathed, then hung up.

I bit my lip and turned back to Nat, who had his eyebrows raised.

"Skipping, are we?" he asked.

"None of your business," I snapped, adjusting the grip on my backpack. "I'll be back tomorrow."

"Bonfire," he said.

I shook my head and made my way to the door just as the bell rang. Who would even notice I was gone?

"Oh, God," he moaned into the phone.

"Niall," I whispered, "how long have you been doing that?"

"About 30 minutes," he replied. "Why're you whispering?"

"I'm at my dad's house," I said. "He's sleeping."

"You're having phone sex with me while your dad is sleeping?" he questioned.

"Just shut up," I hissed. "Get back to what you were saying."

"Right. Well, when I get there, I'm going to lay you down and kiss you softly as I remove your clothes. Then we'll both be naked and kissing," he said, then moaned. "T-then you'll smile at me and I'll move down, but not before you offer to give me head."

"Of course," I said, giggling. "I can never go wrong with giving you head."

"Oh," Niall said. "God."

"What?" I asked, suddenly feeling concerned.

"I just came all over my hand," he muttered, "and I heard the door."

"Mate?" somebody said. "You've been in here for 45 minutes. Is something wrong?"

Niall coughed. "I'm fine. Just...need some alone time."

"Are you wanking again?" he asked.

"No," Niall answered quickly.

I giggled. Niall snarled at me.

"What was that?" I heard a door open. "Who're you talking to?"

There was a sound of Niall's zipper and then bed sheets rustling. "Nobody."

"Who's on the phone?"

"Nobody, Harry," he said.

"Sure," Harry replied sarcastically.

"Hey!" came a voice as the phone was suddenly quiet.

"Hello?" Harry said.

"Harry! Give it back!" Niall wailed. "There's nobody there!"

"Hey," I answered.

"Nobody there, huh?" Harry said. "Who's this?"

"Niall doesn't want you to know," I said.

"Secrets, Niall, really?" Harry sounded tired. "Really, who is this?"

"Um, I'm Emma," I said.

"Niall, who's Emma?"

"Nobody!" Niall yelled. "She's nobody!"

Ouch. I could feel tears in my eyes.

"Shit, is she still on the phone?" Niall whispered.


Suddenly Niall's voice filled my ear.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," he said. "I didn't mean it. I love you. I love you so much. Please forgive me. Baby? Babe, are you—"

I ended the call.

My phone rang nonstop all afternoon. Finally I just switched it off. When I logged onto twitter, there were multiple direct messages. He hadn't even tried to tweet me. How pathetic. I couldn't even cry. I logged off twitter and watched TV for the rest of the afternoon.

Around six p.m. there was a knock on the door. I got up and answered it. It was Miracle.

"Hey," I said, leaning against the doorframe. "What's up?"

"You skipped," she declared.

"Yeah," I responded. "So what?"

"You never skip," she clarified. "Why now?"

"I had some business to take care of," I answered.

"Nat said someone called you and told you to skip," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Who is it?"

I sighed. "No one. Miracle, it's fine. I started feeling a bit sick so I checked myself out."

"You weren't at your mom's after school," she told me.

I felt panic rise in my chest. "You went to my mom's?"

"I wanted to see why you skipped," she said. "And your mom said she hadn't seen you yet."

"I was at my dad's," I told her. "He wanted to see me."

"Nat said he heard a guy's voice on the phone. Who the hell were you talking to?" Miracle glared at me.

"Geez," I snapped. "I was just talking to a friend."

"It isn't that guy, right? God, Tyler was right. He said you've spending way too much time over him!"

"Miracle, calm down. Yes, I was talking to him. It's okay," I said. "I'm over it."

"So you dumped him?" she specified.

I thought. "Not exactly. But I will soon enough."

Miracle glared at me. "Just hurry up and do it. Nat is trying to ask you out!"

"I don't want to go out with Nat," I told her sternly. "Why would I want to?"

She frowned. "Because he likes you!"

"I'm not easy," I reminded her.

"Right. Right. Still a virgin."

Miracle had lost her virginity in the eighth grade, under the bleachers at midnight while the rest of the English classes were watching movies in the auditorium.

"Yeah, I want mine to be special," I snapped.

She sighed. "It wasn't even that great. He broke the first condom, and it hurt really bad."

I laughed. "Well, you're not supposed to lose your virginity when you're 13!"

She pouted at me. "I have to go but promise me you'll break up with him."

"I promise," I lied, smiling at her.

She backed away, glancing over her shoulder more than once before reaching her car. She got in, buckled her seatbelt, waved at me, and then sped off. I breathed a sigh of relief, then vanished into my house. My mom called two hours later and I told her I was okay, just staying the night at my dad's. She was okay with it so I was off the hook. Nobody knew I skipped, except for Miracle and Nat. Other than that, I was safe.

Since dad had left for work an hour ago, I decided the best thing to do was shower. I showered and then turned on my phone. I had 57 messages, 44 missed calls, and 28 voicemails. Sighing, I called him back.

Niall's P.O.V

I had just about given up trying to call her when my phone rang. I jumped up and rushed over to it before the other boys could reach it. I snatched it up and pressed the green button.

"Hello?" I said, feeling the boys stare at me. "Babe?"

There was a bit of silence before she answered. "Hi."

I immediately broke out into apologies. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I love you so much. I didn't mean it. Please, please forgive me. Baby, I love you. I love you. I love you, okay?"

"I love you, too," she said softly.

I smiled. "I'm almost in Florida. Just another week. Okay? I'll see you then. Just one more week."

"I can't wait," she said enthusiastically. "I want to meet you so badly."

"Baby girl, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to finally be able to touch you," I whispered, suddenly remembering the boys were watching me. "I have to go, baby, but I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," she answered quietly. "I love you."

"I love you more, princess," I responded softly as the call ended.

"Niall?" Liam asked. "Who was that?"

"I'm assuming it's Emma," Harry said, looking at my phone.

Zayn and Louis exchanged a look. "Who's Emma?" Zayn asked.

"His girlfriend, apparently," Louis said.

"How did we not know this?" Liam asked. "Niall, who is she?"

I sighed. "It's a long story."

"We have the time," Harry said. "I don't know how, but we have time."

I sighed again. "Okay, well. The week we were off, I got online. I was just checking out twitter when I saw her profile. I followed her, and she DMed me. I answered. About a few hours later, we were exchanging numbers and everything."

"How long have you been talking to her?" Louis asked.

"About seven months now," I answered. "And next month I'm finally going to meet her."

"She lives in Florida?" Liam asked.

I nodded. "Orlando."

"Wow. Right in the city we're touring at. She coming to the concert?" Zayn commented.

I shook my head. "She couldn't afford it, and we didn't want to meet with so many people around. We kinda want to be alone when it happens."

Harry got a playful smirk on his face. "You're hoping for some fun."

I blushed. "Maybe."

Harry laughed. "Well, make sure to bring her here when you guys are doing the deed."

"Why?" I questioned.

"Why not?" Harry asked. "It'll be peaceful here. If you come after midnight then there won't be any paps around to ruin it."

I thought about that for a minute. "Okay. I'm going to bed."

They all said goodnight as I disappeared into the bunk room. Once my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

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