“Let's talk.” I began the conversation.
“Okay...” He replied, staring at the ground.
“Niall...” I whispered.
“Do you want me to just leave? I feel like-”
“No!” I startled him. “I can't lose you again..”
“Lose me? You never lost me, Ev. I get it. I get that I'm a complete ass. I know that I messed up, I didn't forget about you though. I never did.” Niall took off his snapback, and ran his fingers through his hair.
“I know, but it's been really hard. How was I supposed to know you didn't forget? I lived for like four years thinking that you did.” I shrugged.
“I can't believe it. I'm such a dick. I'm so sorry. I could never forget though. How could I forget ten of the best years of my life?” He smiled, and I fell for it, smiling back.
“I still don't know-” All of a sudden he took a step closer, looking down into my eyes.
We were about an inch apart. My chest was falling and rising pretty quickly. He put a hand on my shoulder before running it down my arm, sending shivers through my body. Then he grabbed my hand, I was about to pull away but I decided not to.
“Listen to me, I'm really sorry.” He looked between my eyes. “Really, really, really, really sorry. You don't have to forgive me, just give me a second chance?” I felt his breath on my face.
I took a deep breath. “Fine.” I replied.
He bit his bottom lip, and smiled. His smile was just as big as I remembered, only now his teeth were different. I smiled back.
“Now can we get the hell out of this bathroom before you get caught?” I poked him in the stomach playfully. “It is a ladies bathroom.” I laughed. He looked around.
“Oh. I forgot.” He mumbled, blushing at my finger in his stomach. I pulled my hand away, blushing myself. We began to leave, when he stopped in his tracks.
“What?” I asked, turning around.
“You still haven't hugged me.” He grinned.
“C'mon Niall, let's go.” I laughed, shaking my head.
“No, I'm serious.” He popped out his bottom lip, pouting as he opened up his arms.
I really needed a hug from him. I wondered if his hugs changed at all after four years? I rolled my eyes and shuffled over to him. All of a sudden I felt a rush of comfort when he put his arms around me. My head didn't reach his shoulder like it used to, so I had to resort to putting it against his chest.
“Crouch down, Ni.” I whispered .
He immediately bent his knees, and I rested my head in the nook between his neck and shoulder. He smelled of cologne. I put my arms around his neck, as he pulled me closer. His hugs were amazing, still. He rubbed circles on my back with his thumb. All of a sudden I pulled away, remembering that I was supposed to be annoyed at him still. He looked hurt, but quickly shook it off. Then he looked like he remembered something.
“Oh hey. I found this at my house, under my bed. I didn't know it was still there.” He smiled as he shoved his hand in his pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of old looking paper.
I narrowed my eyes. “What's that?” I asked.
He slowly unraveled it, and handed it to me. I turned it over and stared at the front, feeling my lips curl up into a smile. It was the picture Niall drew for me fourteen years ago, when we first met. It was the word “Evy” in big, red crayon letters. I shook my head, remembering how much I hated that nickname. It shortened to just “Ev” usually, but occasionally he'd call me “Evy” and it brought back so much memories.
“You kept this?” I looked up at him.
He nodded. “Sorry if you still hate that name... but too bad.” He poked me in the shoulder.
I playfully hit his hand away, and handed the paper back to him. He took it and put it back in his pocket carefully.
“Ready?” He asked, holding the door open for me.
|Niall Horan||as Himself|
|Rosie Grace McClelland||as Young Evanna|
|Liam Payne||as Himself|
|Harry Styles||as Himself|
|Zayn Malik||as Himself|
|Louis Tomlinson||as Himself|
|Danielle Campbell||as Evanna Blake|