Part Thirteen

The next few hours passed in a blur. I remember stumbling back into the airport; my tears blocking my sight. People around me were staring, I could tell. They were whispering.

"Isn't that Niall Horan's girlfriend? Wow, she's a mess." I heard one girl say. But right then, I couldn't care less. I wiped my sleeve across my face and looked up at the departures board. Which could I make? My attention was drawn to two words, New York. The gates closed in half an hour, I could make it.

I fumbled with the keys on the fast check in, and waited as my ticket printed out as slowly as possible. My phone had been furiously vibrating in my pocket for the past 20 minutes, but I just ignored it. I checked in, and headed straight to Starbucks.

The rain trickled down the windows as I watched planes arriving and departing from the airport window. Only 10 minutes until my plane left. I glanced up at the clock again, but nothing had changed.

I decided to walk to the gate anyway. I wanted to get on that plane as soon as possible. But as I stopped to search for my ticket in my bag, a familiar voice called my name. "LILY!" shit, Niall?

I turned around slowly, to see him running towards me. "Lily, what are you doing? I needed to take a walk to clear my head, and when I get back, I hear from the press that you've been spotted running back into the airport? What is going on?" I stayed silent and closed my eyes to block out his voice. "LILY?" he shouted. "LILY! FOR FUCKS SAKE, TELL ME WHATS GOING ON!" I opened my eyes slowly and looked into his. I had always adored Niall's baby blue eyes, when he laughed, they just lit up. But right now they looked dull and tired; I had done that to him. I'd caused this.

"Lily?" Niall asked again, this time his voice softer. "I'm- I'm leaving." I stuttered, fighting back the tears. "What! Why?" He gasped. "I can't be here right now Niall. I can't do this…to you. You have this whole massive career ahead of you, and I'm just standing in the way. I have to go." I said, turning to leave. "But- but we're getting married. We're having a baby! You can't just leave! When will you be back!" Niall asked, the tears beginning to run down his face. "I don't know Niall…" I sighed, picking up my bag and handing my ticket to the man at the desk. "Please!" Niall begged, grabbing my wrist. I shook my head, and released his grip on me. "I'm sorry…" I whispered, "I have to do this…"

And so I left him stood there, screaming my name. As I walked down the tunnel and boarded the plane. I had to do this, it was right.

Maybe not right now, but in a year, he'll realised it was the right thing to do.

The End.