Where We Are *A Niall Horan Love Story*(sequel to Riding A Rollercoaster)

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  • Published: 29 Mar 2014
  • Updated: 7 Feb 2015
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They promised to love each other, no matter what came their way. Their love was like riding a rollercoaster, there were ups and downs. So much has happened and they can't help wonder 'Where We Are'. Will Niall and Jamie ever be together again? Will the band stay together? Or will Niall have to sacrifice one for the other?


3. Another World

*Niall's P.O.V*

"That's just f*cking fantastic," I said sarcastically. 

"You mean she doesn't remember you?" Louis asked, confused. Liam and I had gone back to our flat, together with Danielle, and the other lads decided to come over as well when they heard the news.

"Either that or she's just pretending. It's been eleven f*cking months!"

"Calm down, mate," Liam advised, gently patting my shoulder.

"Don't tell me to calm down," I spitted through my teeth, harshly pushing his hand away. I stormed to the kitchen to grab a beer and chugged half a bottle down. "I've been calm for the past few months, pretending everything was fine, smiling when I was told to and telling the media that she and I were 'still friends' after our 'careers pulling us apart and not being able to spend time together'." I scoffed. "Bullshit."

"Maybe it's just not meant to be?" Harry said quietly. I glared at him.

He looked up at me, his eyes apologetic. "I'm sorry Ni, but it's been eleven months. That's plenty of time to move on."

I marched into my room, slamming the door behind me and stood by the open window, looking out into the night, just thinking. I finished my cold beer.

Then, there was a soft knock on my door.

"Can I come in,mate?"

Zayn. I didn't answer, too choked up to say anything.

He came in my room anyway, closing the door behind him softly.

I could hear him approaching and I expected him to touch my shoulder or say something but instead, he chose to sit down on the bed, making the bed squeak, and keep quiet.

It was curious how Zayn always knew what to do.

"It's like another world out there," I stated quietly. I was exhausted-I haven't been sleeping well-but I knew I wouldn't be able to get much sleep tonight either.

"We all just want you to be happy, Niall," he murmured.

I turned around slowly, placing the empty beer bottle on the window sill, the cold night air drying my eyes. I wiped my nose on the back of my hand.

"I miss her," I told him, feeling my heart breaking again.

"I know. We all do."

I leaned my back against the wall, trying not to think too much.

"She hasn't given me my promise ring back," I said dully, looking down on the ring on my finger. "She wasn't wearing it." 

Maybe she threw it away.

"Whatever is happening with Jamie," I winced as he mentioned her name,"we''ll find out somehow."

He sighed. "Harry's making some fajitas."

And with that, we head back into the living room, to see Liam and Louis in an intense discussion which was very rare for Louis, unless something serious had happened.

Along the way, I glanced at Harry's direction, who was busy in the kitchen, and nodded. He nodded back, with a small smile on his face.

"Remember what the doctor told us when Jamie was stable?" Louis asked me as I sat down with a full bottle of cold beer.

I furrowed my eyebrows. 

"The doctor said something about Jamie's brain," Zayn murmured as everyone tried to recall that moment.

"She told us that Jamie had hit her head on the ground really hard...possibly a concussion...internal trauma...possible recovery but..."

"There'd probably be side effects," I continued from Liam.

Lou was onto something.

"Amnesia?" Danielle interjectdd.

We all looked at her.

"Are you saying that she actually did lose her memory?" I asked no one in particular.

"It's possible," Liam agreed.

I'd never thought of it till now. All I remember was praying that Jamie was fine and how much I wanted to see her and kiss her. All of us had been consumed by grief that we didn't really bother digging up memories of that instant. It reminded us of Jamie leaving.

Liam nodded. My chest suddenly felt lighter. "You mean there's a chance that I could get her back?" I wasn't feeling hopeless anymore.

"What I'm saying is, she probably doesn't remember who any of us are or what we mean to her."

I deliberated this. I could have her back.This possibility was overwhelming and had me thinking.

"Hang on," Zayn interrupted.

We all eyed him curiously.

"Didn't she have an injured leg? Her broken ankle wasn't properly healed yet. And I'd imagine she'd have one terrible headache due to the concussion."

"Yeah, she wouldn't have been able to make it out herself," Liam agreed.

"She'd barely be able to stand!" Zayn reiterated.

"Are you implying that someone intentionally took her away from you?"  Danielle, who'd been silent throughout, asked, her interest clearly piqued. We all looked at each other.

Harry came in at that moment, with a plate of fajitas and looked around at us because we were all staring at each other and staying completely still and silent.

His forehead crinkled, one hand at his hips, over the apron he was wearing, his other hand holding a dish towel.

"What?" He quizzed. "Did I miss something?"


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