One Direction Imagines

Charley & Niall - Broken Trust

One Year Ago

    "Niall, wait!" I called after my now ex-boyfriend.

    "No, just no." He said as he walked to the front door. I just told him everything that I had been hiding from everyone my entire life. "We're done, Charley." I knew it was official then. He had never called me just 'Charley' before. Never. It was always 'CharleyBear' ever since we met. "Bye." He walked out the door, taking the pieces of my broken heart with him as I stood there crying.

Today

    I was never able to trust easily after that one day. I never even tried to tell those things to anyone ever again.

    Everywhere I went, I saw those blue eyes, that blond hair, that crooked smile that ended up getting fixed by clear braces. I'd see him everywhere ever since One Direction began.

    I had agreed to mee the beautiful boy that broke my heart. I was sitting at the table in the coffee shop that we had agreed to meet at. I was considering leaving and forgetting the whole thing when a boy walked in, pulling down the hood on his jacket showing the blond hair that I used to love to run my hands through. He took off his sunglasses to reveal the blue eyes that ook my breath away each and every time. He spotted me and slowly walked over, taking a seat across from me. I began to nervously pick at the muffin that sat in front of me. "Hi." His Irish voice spoke.

    "Hi." I said quietly.

    "How have you been?" He asked.

    "Fine." My voice was slightly shanking. "You?"

    "Good but busy. You know, recording, touring, -" I

    "Girls." I cut him off. "I get it."

    "Listen, Charley." He rubbed the back of his neck.

    "Don't, Niall. Just don't." I avoided looking at him. My muffin was now in crumbs on the napkin on the table.

    "Fine." He pulled something out of his jacket pocket. "This has everything I want to say to you on it. If you won't listen to me, at least listen to it." He sat a CD in front of me. 'To CharleyBear' was scribbled on the front on green marker in his handwriting. Tears formed in my eyes at the use of his nickname for me. "Listen to it and give me a call. We'll meet up again and talk about it." He stood up, pulling his hood back up and sliding his sunglasses on before walked out the door, away from me once again.

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    I took a deep breath, placing the CD into the stereo system that I had in my flat. I presses play. The sound of someone strumming on a guitar began to flow through the speakers, the familiar voice of Liam soon joining it.

    "Said I’d never leave her cause her hands fit like my t-shirt, tongue-tied over three words, cursed. running over thoughts that make my feet hurt, body's intertwined with her lips."

    I soon recognized the familiar Irish voice that intrigued me everytime I would hear it.

    "Now she’s feeling so low since she went solo, hole in the middle of my heart like a polo, and it’s no joke to me, so can we do it all over again?"

    Then the chorus came.

    "If you’re pretending from the start like this, with a tight grip, then my kiss can mend your broken heart I might miss everything you said to me. And I can lend you broken parts hat might fit like this and I will give you all my heart, so we can start it all over again?"

    After Harry, Louis, and Zayn's parts, the song ended. Tears slowly rolled down my face as I realized what the song meant. Niall wanted to get back together, to try again.

    I grabbed my keys and walked out to my car. I drove to the coffee shop where I met Niall at the day before. I parked the car and walked in, walking up to the counter to order. "French vanilla iced coffee, please?" The lady took my order and I took a seat in the booth that I sat in the day before. I pulled out my phone, creating a new text.

To: Niall

Meet me at the coffee shop, please.

    I sent it and sat my phone on the table as the lady brought me my order. I looked over to a booth of five guys in sunglasses and hoodies, they were all joking around and relaxing. My phone vibrated with a new text.

From: Niall

I'm already here. Xx

    The laugh I loved rang from the table of five guys. "Niall?" I said. All five boys turned and looked at me. One stood.

    "Charley." He said in his Irish accent. He walked over and sat across from me. He pulled off his hood and sunglasses. "Did you listen to it?" I nodded. "And?"

    "You want to get back together?"

    "Yes, so much. I felt so bad for hurting you. I was just overwhelmed. I'm sorry, but," He reached over the table, taking my hands in his. "I never forgot about you. I never stopped loving you. Please, just give me a second chance. I promise, I'll make it all better."

    I looked down at our hands before finally looking into the ocean blue orbs of his eyes. "You hurt me, Niall. I was never able to trust after that. I basically pushed everyone away."

    "I know. And I'm sorry."

    I sighed. "I'm willing to try to make things work between us. I still love you too but we may never be exactly the same. But I'm willing to give it a shot."

    A smile spread across his face as he stood up, pulling me with him. He smiled into my eyes before he slowly leaned in, softly pressing his lips against mine.

    "Wooh! Go, Nialler! Get some!" The other boys of One Direction shouted, breaking through the silence in the little coffee shop. I laughed.

    "I missed you." Niall smiled.

    "I missed you, too, Nialler." I smiled back as I hugged him, placing my head against his chest, listening to his heart beat.