Close the Door, Throw the Key {n.h.}

“What are you trying to say?” I ask, sitting up. “Niall, I’m trying to say,” Zayn says with a sigh. “That there’s no way to know how much longer she’s going to last. One of these times, I guarantee that she’s going to need serious medical care. And hearing what you said about her father - Niall, he’s not going to be the one to take her to a hospital. And what if you’re not there either?”

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33. EPILOGUE.

~*Maci’s P.O.V.*~

 

 

*******THREE DAYS LATER*******

 

 

“Ryanne, let’s go!” I shout into her apartment, holding my duffel and guitar case in each separate hands.

 

“Patience, child!” she yells back, stumbling out of her room with about five giant duffels hanging off of her shoulders.

 

My eyes go wide as  I see the giant load she’s carrying.  “We’re coming back for the rest of your stuff in a few weeks,” I say, readjusting my duffel on my shoulder.  “Why not just leave most of the here?”

 

“We’re moving overseas to live in the same apartment complex as One Direction.  I have to look my best.”  Ryanne looks at me as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

 

I roll my eyes, taking one of her duffels as she stumbles over to me.  “Niall’s just downstairs with your car.  Our flight leaves in about an hour.”

 

“Sounds good, chickie!” she pipes, shutting the door to her apartment and locking it with her keys.  Ryanne stuffs them in her pocket and we walk down the hall to the elevator.  We step in and I hit the ground floor button.

 

“Ryanne?” I say as the elevator starts its motion.

 

“Hmm?”

 

“Thank you.  For everything.”

 

“No problem,” she replies casually.

 

“No, I really mean it,” I say, turning to face her.  “If you hadn’t called Niall, we wouldn’t be leaving.  I wouldn’t have the boy I love back, and I’d have been stuck with guilt the rest of my life.”

 

Ryanne shrugs.  “I knew it was the right thing to do.  Plus, we’re going to live with the boys now!  Can you say fan girl moment?

 

I laugh and bump her hip with mine.  “Thank you for coming with me, by the way.”

 

“Are you kidding?” she says, her eyes lighting up.  “Moving with my best friend to live with my favorite band.  What more could I ask for?”

 

The elevator door opens and we step out.  Walking out the front doors, I see Niall is leaning against the idling car waiting for us.  He spots us and a smile at him.  He returns it and jogs over.

 

“Here,” he says.  “Let me take something.”  I let him take my guitar and my duffel, leaving my with Ryanne’s.

 

“Thanks Loverboy,” she grumbles, still struggling with the weight of her bags.  I let out a giggle and take a duffel from her shoulder, slinging it over mine.

 

“So how long is the flight again?” Ryanne asks as we near the car.  She pops the trunk open and sets her bags in one by one, followed by mine.

 

“About twelve hours,” Niall replies casually.

 

“Ugh!” Ryanne groans.  “The only bad thing about moving there is that it’s so far away!”

 

I chuckle as she slides into the driver’s side, slamming the door shut and leaving Niall and I out by the open trunk.  Sending him a smile, I turn to head to the passenger’s side.

 

“Oh no you don’t,” he says, snaking an arm around my waist and pulling me up against him.

 

“Well hi there,” I whisper jokingly as he nudges my nose with his.

 

“Hi,” he whispers back, leaning in for a kiss.

 

“I love you,” I say, pulling back a bit.

 

“I love you too,” he says, bringing my hand up to his mouth to place a kiss on the ring decorating my finger.  “Forever.”

 

“Forever,” I agree, leaning in for another kiss.

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