The Missing Sky ~ A One Direction Story

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I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders when Niall finally agreed to meet up with me. I decided to pick Starbucks as our meeting place, since that’s where Louis gave me a power talk.

James still hasn’t left to go home and I feel as if I’m being suffocated with him here. For the past week that he stayed at our place, I imprisoned myself to my room, preventing a World War III from happening. My mom fired questions at me at any chance we were alone and she still hasn’t stopped.

‘Why are you not talking to him? I thought you guys were super close? What has gotten into you?’- I would just give simple responses like,’ I have to catch up on homework’, or,’ I’m reading a good book and I’m at the climax of’. Surprisingly so far all of these worked and after I responded my mom would just shut up.

To add more stress into my life, my dad would be getting out of the hospital so I had about two days to make up my mind on where I wanted to go.

Right now, all I focused on was setting things straight with Niall because I felt miserable not being able to talk to him anymore, not that we did that lots before.

I had gotten out of the house by telling my mom I was going to the library to study. Library and Starbucks, there really wasn’t much of a difference, well I don’t see it anyways.

I rushed inside when I finally arrived and the warm air from inside greeted me friendly as if it was giving me a hug. I examined the shop, trying to find those magical blue eyes.

To my amazement I found Niall sitting at a table, peacefully staring out of the window, he was wearing light brown chinos with a green polo to match. I stared for a bit, catching myself before anyone really started to noticed and confidently walked over to him.

I let out a little sigh when he noticed my and acknowledged my existence by slightly nodding his head into my direction because things could’ve gotten real awkward if I had to go up to him and he didn’t notice me. The closer I got I saw something was different about him. His eyes still glowed like always, but they were way bigger and had black bags under then. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t getting enough sleep.
I sat down quickly and quickly caught on that I should start talking since Niall was giving me the start-explaining look.

“I want to set the facts straight,” I started speaking with more confidence than I actually had. “Because I know you think of me different than the person I really am.” Gosh am I ever bad at this. I would expect him to roll his eyes right now and walk off leaving me sitting by myself, but thankfully that didn’t happen.

“Well then you better start explaining yourself,” he said in a calm tone, but deep down I could hear the hurt in is voice coming through. I took a deep breath and considered counting to ten, but that would just be wasting time. I started explaining myself, on how I had no intention of James coming over, and how my mother insisted we go for a walk.

Slowly I seen Niall’s face go from hurt to slightly less hurt and rather relieved, which made me quite happy.

“Seeing you standing there tore my heart open,” I said, feeling the tears stinging in my eyes. I wasn’t planning on getting this emotional, to be honest, I never cried in front of anybody besides my dad, and that s saying something.

“Listen Lillianna, I felt the exact same way you did and I don’t think this should be something that ruins our relationship, whatever we have,” he said while reaching for my hand across the table. I started to blush and realized I probably looked really stupid right about now, but I could care less.

“And I’m more disappointed you forgot all about the concert that I was going to take you,” he said smiling in my direction. Another pile of guilt hit me right there and I suddenly remember how happy he had been when he asked me, which caused me to feel even worse.

My hands shot up to my mouth, covering the gasp I let out.

“Don’t worry about it, I got extra tickets for tonight so I hope you don’t hate me enough to not wanna go with me,” he joked, pulling me up from my seat.  “And I’m not letting you out of my sight this time because you might forget again.”