The guys stay with me till quite late, we order more pizza and drink the whole bottle. Not much later, we stop talking about Niall, just accepting I have to try and whatever the outcome, to accept it and deal with the consequences. I'm not a teenager anymore, I'm an independent adult and I am not scared, I can't run from this. I didn't hold on to our past in all these years, I'm not going to do it now.
Around midnight I'm alone at home, ready to fall asleep and I check my phone just to make sure my friends made their way back home safe and sound. I haven't even paid attention to my mobile since Charlie and Rhiannon arrived, so just now I notice I have new texts from Niall.
He sent that message more than four hours ago, so I hurry to reply, and apologise for not answering, obviously.
He doesn't reply immediately, which I just now realise it's to be expected when it's almost midnight in a weekday; he probably has work and went to bed already. I tell myself he'll see it tomorrow and it's not a big deal if I didn't answer immediately, he'll understand.
I check I've received my friends messages and leave it just charging to go to sleep, but as soon as I let go of it, the screen lights up telling me I've received a new text.
I know he's joking, it's obvious he wouldn't think that just because I didn't answer in four hours. His text makes me smile as I snuggle under the covers with my phone in my hands, focusing on Niall.
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I'm Still Ella (ft. Niall Horan)
Fanfiction{SEQUEL TO CALL ME ELLA} Yes, seven years have passed since I broke free from my own from of twisted fairy-tale. I cut ties with my "evil" stepmother, my stepsisters and from all the hatred I had in me. Yes, I moved on and left that place...