Niall's P.O.V.
Breathless and hearts beating faster than the speed of light, Aubrey collapsed on top of me after she reached her fifth and final high of the morning. All the noise had passed with our lust filled actions, leaving nothing but the sound of the crashing waves outside our room. Aubrey maneuvered herself around the bed in a way that left her half laying on me and half spooning me. Her labored breaths hit my sticky and sweaty skin while she still attempted to return to her normal breathing pattern. I couldn't help but smirk at the thought that we literally drained the energy out of the two of us this early in the morning. Making up for lost time I guess. The two of us clearly missed each other in more ways than one.
"Comfy?" I chuckled, looking over at her messy mop of brown hair. She slightly lifted her head up and shot me her renowned look of un-amusement. Last morning and day in Greece, the three of us just wanted to stay in bed as long as we possibly could before our flight was set to leave at one this afternoon. Of course, barley any sleep came to me so I ended up waking up earlier than expected, woke up Aubrey, started kissing her, and well that led to a lot more than kissing way more than once.
"Telling you I was on birth control was probably the best and worst thing I have ever said," she teased, trailing her hand up my chest. I brought my free hand over to hers and laced our fingers together. My left arm wrapped itself around her bare waist and pulled her even closer to me. The loose strands of her hair fell over our interlocked hands, giving me a slight tickle on my forearm.
"I probably would have told ya t' start it sooner 'er later. I want ya ev'ry day," I teased, giving her hand a tight squeeze. In response, Aubrey let out a small groan of annoyance, but both her and I knew she enjoyed this morning's previous events just as much as I did.
"I'm still wondering why your last name doesn't have a 'y' at the end," she replied, putting on one of her most serious facial expressions. Not being able to handle her seriousness, I let out a few chuckles before Aubrey shook her head at me, and she placed her head back on my chest.
"Yer the best lover I'ver ever had, ya know?" I mindlessly whispered, releasing her hand and wrapping an idle strand of her hair around my finger. Again, Aubrey turned her head, but this time to fully face me while still laying on our bed. Her legs layered themselves over my one, making them look so thin and white compared to mine, and placed her hands on my chest. Her face leaned in towards my body until her lips pressed a few soft kisses to my neck.
"An I'm not jus' sayin' t'at." I paused, a few laughs making their way out of chest. My finger kept twirling her hair around, while the other aimlessly drew patterns on the soft skin adorning her waist. "Yer honestly the best t'ing t'at's ever happened t' me, after the band an' records an' shit like t'at," I chuckled. "Ev'ryone knows I'm a shit liar, especially you, but I want ya t' know t'at I'm so fuckin' lucky t' have ya back in my arms right now," I confessed. At first I wasn't even sure where any of this was coming from, but the words continued to tumble out of my mouth. Over the past few weeks, a realization washed over me and caused me to truly think of how much I value Aubrey in my life. Plus with this nice intimate time we've been spending together, I couldn't help but express my feelings to her.
"I jus' think yer beyond amazin' in every single way possible an' I don't think I'll ever find anyone better-" My little rant came to a quick halt with the sudden snap of Aubrey's head towards me. I moved my gaze back over to her and noticed her cheeks flaming red accompanied by her wide green eyes looking as if they were about to pop out anytime.
"Are you proposing to me or something?" She wondered out loud, nervousness lacing her tone. I smiled at her before chuckling a little and shaking my head in denial. Seconds following my light chuckle, Aubrey's hand came slamming down on my chest. "Stop laughing at me, you made it seem like you were starting a romantic speech," Aubrey protested, furrowing her eyebrows in frustration at me.
"Come on ya gotta admit t'at was fuckin' romantic," I scoffed in reply.
"Yeah and also an asshole move followed by it," she muttered, looking down over at our strewn clothes scattered across the hardwood floor. I instantly felt a pang of regret shoot through me because maybe Aubrey had been expecting a proposal, and I basically just shattered all hopes of that.
Hell, I wanted to propose to her the day I found out she was engaged to some dipshit, but I knew that wasn't the right time nor was I emotionally stable enough. Now wasn't a good time either because both Aubrey and I had so much shit going on in our separate and joined lives; things need to settle down first. I have full and complete intentions of popping the question, but I needed to wait until the perfect opportunity. Aubrey is the only person I ever see myself spending an eternity of love and happiness with.
"Baby, look at me," I pleaded with her. She slowly turned her face back over to me. I removed my hand from her hair and placed it against her cheek and did the same with my other hand. "I'll pop the question one day, I promise," I smiled, earning a weak smile from her. She still a little disappointed for some reason, but I'm pretty sure my failure of fulfilling her anticipated proposal is what made her sad.
"You really would want to marry me?" She quietly asked.
"Course," I replied without any hesitation. "Who else would I be a dysfunctional idiot around?" I added, hoping to lighten the mood. In response Aubrey widely grinned at me before laying her head back on my shoulder.
"I love you a lot Niall," she softly said. She took a deep breath before she went on to say, "And sometimes that scares the shit out of me because I really can't imagine being with anyone else but you. Even when I was with Pete, you'd always find someway to infiltrate my mind." I looked down at her to find her lost in her little world while she traced invisible patterns on my chest. We always had deep talks about things like this, but I felt like this time Aubrey truly dug deep. Her tone sounded so fragile yet sincere, which was quite a contrast to what it usually was.
"There was this one time, I remember it so perfectly even though I had been a little tipsy," she started. "Pete and I had gone out and when we came back things got heated, and obviously that led to us sleeping together, and right as I was about to finish I yelled out your name," she trailed off. My eyes widened, and I immediately lifted my head off the pillow to look at Aubrey. She offered me an innocent look, making her look even sexier than she already is, and I couldn't help but laugh at her confession.
"I always knew ya loved how good I was in bed," I said through my fit of laughter.
Aubrey groaned in response, "You're missing the point." She shook her at head at me. "I wanted to share moments like that of pure pleasure with you and only, not because you're better but because I love you so much."
"So ya do admit t'at I fuck ya good?" I raised an eyebrow at her, smirking.
"Niall!" Aubrey screeched before slapping my chest again, in a very violent manner I might add. A few more laughs out of me and I finally settled down a bit. I just found it so surreal that even in a situation like that Aubrey was thinking about me to that extreme of a point.
"Okay, I'm sorry but t'at's fuckin' hilarious," I replied, turning my body sideways towards Aubrey. "But Aubrey, nothing is gonna tear us apart again, okay? We found a way back to each other for a reason," I sincerely told her.
"I know, and I don't want to mess up again because the thought of losing you scares me so much," she inaudibly said. Instead of answering her, I grabbed her by the waist and placed her on my lap and softly pressed my lips to hers.
"Can we take one last walk on the beach before we leave today?" She asked me pulling away from my lips.
"Anythin' ya want angel," I replied before throwing the covers off us and reaching down for my discarded tee. I handed it over to Aubrey, and in turn she stretched out her hand with a puzzled look.
"You don't wanna wear it?" She asked, holding the navy tee up.
"Nah, I'm fine like this," I shrugged, kneeling back down and pulling on my pajama bottoms. Once I pulled them all the way up and began adjusting the waistband, I heard Aubrey snickering from behind me. "Somethin' funny?" I asked, turning my gaze over to her.
"Nope," she replied, pressing her lips together before coming over to me and looping her arm with my own. "I just think it's cute you wear pajama sets," Aubrey continued to say, giving my arm a slight squeeze. I gave her an amused expression before leaning in and lightly pecking her forehead. Her beautiful giggle immediately followed my small action of affection, and I began leading us towards the porch door leading out to the sandy beach.
The breezy air immediately hit our sweaty skin, cooling us a bit. Each grain of sand stabbed at the skin of my foot, while Aubrey nuzzled her face against my bare arm. I really was going to miss this place- hands down one of the best places on earth. Everything looked so beautiful and surreal, and in turn the atmosphere felt so serene and laid back. It would be so nice to spend a couple more days here, but unfortunately both Aubrey and I have responsibilities to tend back to.
"I'm gonna miss it here," I spoke, breaking the silence between Aubrey and I.
"Me too, I had such an amazing time," she softly replied. "Thank you times a million Ni, I love you," Aubrey added, slowly running her fingers across my bicep.
"Jus' love seein' t'at beautiful smile 'f yers," I replied, bringing her closer into my embrace.
"Can I ask you a question?" Aubrey asked as a small wave washed over our feet.
"Course," I replied, a little anxious to see what her curious mind had to offer this time.
"If Grace was still alive, and I came into the picture, do you think that we'd still have found a way to each other or?" Aubrey's question took me by complete and utter surprise. I haven't thought about Grace in years, it almost seemed like forever ago that my heart belonged to someone other than the sassy yet caring brunette the attached to my side. I felt my mind momentarily freeze because I honestly didn't know how to answer her question. Where would I even begin?
I loved Grace with all my heart; the two of us shared the best of memories, but none of them are half as memorable as the ones I have with Aubrey. Then again, I picked out a ring for Grace and set up an entire proposal plan, and she might even have been pregnant with my child, who knows? My struggle was deciding whether or not I would have been willing to break things off with Grace for Aubrey. Our friendship may have halted at just being friends and never escalated any further than that.
"I dunno baby," I honestly replied. "I don't think I would have cheated on 'er with ya but I also don't think I would have let myself break up with her," I sighed. I really didn't know how to word my answer and the last thing I wanted was for Aubrey to think I still held feelings for my dead ex-girlfriend.
"No I get that," Aubrey shook her head, "but do you think we still would have found some way to be with each other?" Aubrey's elaboration made me feel a lot better about my answer because it wasn't in my morals to resort to something as horrid as cheating, despite my want to be with someone else.
"I think so," I breathed out. "I mean look at us now," I began. "Three years later an' we're walkin' the beaches 'f Greece an' crazy in love with the oddur. Even after ev'rythin' t'at's happened, we found a way back t' each oddur, an' I think t'at's the universe's way 'f tellin' us t'at we were meant t' be togeddur," I finished off. Aubrey immediately stopped in her tracks, took her hands off me, and attacked me in a giant bear hug. The only response I could muster out was a light chuckled while hugging her small frame just as tight as she was hugging me.
"You don't know how grateful I am to have you back in my life," she whispered, lifting her face so we were facing one another. "I don't think I could ever love anyone more than I love you."
"Babe, keep talkin' like t'at an' I might not be able t' control myself an' take ya right here," I growled against her ear before placing a few kisses against her neck. "I love ya so," I whispered against her skin before planting another kiss to her neck. "So." Another kiss. "So." Yet another kiss. "So." One final kiss. "Much."
"You make me so happy, Niall," Aubrey giggled as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I watched the way her nose crinkled as her smile spread across her face, making her cheeks puff out a bit. She looked breathtaking as the sun's bright and warm rays shined down on her.
"As do ya love," I smiled back down at her. "An' let's not forget how good I make ya feel in bed," I teased.
"Fuck you Niall," Aubrey shot back, lightly punching my shoulder.
"Ya already did," I retorted with a smug smile. "Four times."
"I literally hate you," Aubrey replied before pushing me over with enough force to cause me to trip over a rock and fall in the water. At least I remembered to wear my foot brace.
*
Three hours into our flight headed back towards New York, and I felt beyond tired. I wasn't sure exactly why I felt so drained, maybe it had something to do with my injury or it was seasonal allergies. All I wanted to do was sleep this entire flight, and the idea tempted me more and more every time I looked over to my right. Adam's head peacefully laid against the soft leather material of his seat, and his rhythmic breaths could be heard all the way from here. On the other side of me, Aubrey looked way too submerged in whatever it was she was scrolling through on her iPad.
Earlier she was showing me possible town homes around the area she lived in, and then started asking me what I wanted in our future home. Somehow, though, I don't think my simple yet response satisfied her because she had been quiet since then. I really had no special preference for anything particular. All I cared about was building and sharing memories in a home I picked out with her. For all I care, it could be in the middle of no where. As long as Aubrey remained by my side, I would be more than content.
"How's the house search going?" I asked.
"Just peachy," she sassily replied, shooting me a fake smile before looking back down at her iPad. "I just want your opinion Niall. This will be your home too, and I'm not going to dictate every single aspect in it. What would the point even be in picking a house out together if you won't even give me your input?" She rambled out.
"Aubrey, I want ya t' be comfortable an' happy in wherever we go. I know how hard it is t' leave yer first home, so I'm jus' tryin' t' make things easier fer ya t' adjust to."
"That's sweet of you, but I want your opinion too, okay? 'Whatever ya pick is great baby' is not enough of an answer," she said while she shook her head at me. "I want to see both our personalities in our new home we build together."
"A'right I promise t' be a bit less vague, but let me sleep first, please?" I pleaded.
"I wasn't saying I need your opinion this very second, but just promise you'll give me more input?"
"Sure babe," I yawned. "Let me sleep now, love ya," I sleepily said before I turned my head around and laid my chair back down.
"You're such an idiot," she laughed. "My cute idiot." I heard her mutter just as my eyes fluttered shut. Nothing felt better than falling asleep to such wonderful words from my girlfriend.
Aubrey's P.O.V.
Back in the lime light of one of the busiest cities in the world felt like a giant slap against the back into reality. The loud noises of cars' horns mixed in with the yelling of the magazine sellers took over my ears, while the flashing LED signs posted every left and right took over my vision. Our flight back from Greece put me in a bittersweet mood. I never wanted to leave that sunny and beautiful paradise; spending every morning cuddled up next to Niall with that beach view made me the happiest girl on earth. So many memories became ingrained into my mind of the Mediterranean tropical utopia. The best part of all was that all those were spent with my favorite two people in the entire world, and I couldn't ask for anything more to be honest.
It definitely took me a bit of adjusting back to the irregular weather patterns that took over the Big Apple. One day it would be sunny and breezy, the perfect weather, and then the next it would feel like summer hadn't even begun yet. Although, I must admit I'm pretty excited to that fall is almost here, which also meant Niall's birthday was coming up too. And of course, I sucked at picking out birthday gifts, especially for the guy that could buy anything he wanted for any price. Maybe I can manage to get him to hint at something he wants, but knowing Niall he'd probably catch on and say something completely idiotic or inappropriate.
Jet lag slept off and fully back in eastern standard time, I went back into my daily routine for work, which made me realize how behind I was in work. I tried to get as much done as I possibly could while I was gone, but sometimes the spoken word, well spoken instruction, was much mightier than the written one. Elliot did finish all the assigned tasks I gave him, but there was something missing in each one. Don't get me wrong it wasn't anywhere near his fault, but I wish I would have found out sooner, so I wouldn't be cramming so much in so little time.
"I don't even know why ya hired t'at idiot in the first place," Niall muttered from next to me, tightening his grip around my hand. Following my usual routine, I headed out for a quick lunch, but of course Niall surprised me on my way down and insisted we have a lunch date. My heart all but melted at his sweet gesture, and it made me so happy that even after so long, he did little things like this to show his thoughtfulness.
"Because he used to be in a position that's nearly the exact same as mine, just a little less responsibilities," I replied.
"Obviously he doesn't know shit 'bout what he's doin'," Niall scoffed, referring to my little spiel I gave him earlier about my little work chaos. I didn't mean to get him fired up in Elliot; I simply wanted to vent to him about my frustration and relieve some stress. Clearly, this only egged Niall on to hate Elliot more than he already did.
"I find it funny how you hate this guy so much, but you haven't taken the time to get to know him," I offered, humor lacing my tone. Maybe Niall would lighten up and give Elliot a chance for once, instead of just assuming the worst about him.
"T'at would be the thing t' do if gettin' in yer pants wasn't on his list," Niall spat.
"Niall, he doesn't want to do that or doesn't even like me that for that matter," I defended. "He's just really friendly and easy to get along with. There's nothing wrong with being friends," I added, looking over at him. Again, I noticed his eyes transform into their angry shade of stormy blue along with the furrowing of his eyebrows. Jealousy made Niall look sexy, but I wish he didn't get this worked up. I knew he trusted me, and it was Elliot he couldn't stand, but Elliot wouldn't do whatever it is he has stuck up in Niall's head.
"Aubrey yer problem is t'at yer too fuckin' nice. Ya always find the best in people, an' t'at's good, yeah, but," he paused as we stepped around an open sewage opening. Surprisingly not too many people swarmed the streets today, leaving Niall and I a bit of room to maneuver ourselves around. "I'm a guy an' trust me the look in his eyes implies everything but being just friends with ya."
"Well even if your theory is true, do you really think I would drop everything and just jump into his arms?" I questioned, making sure I put enough emphasis that Niall's idea was preposterous. Niall stayed quiet for a moment or two, and I looked over at him to see him deep in thought.
"My question wasn't meant to stump you," I laughed, "I'm just trying to get you to realize that I only love you and only you. Why would I run off with someone who isn't you?"
"I know Aubs, it's jus' ya never know with people these days," Niall sighed, rubbing his thumb over the palm of my hand. "I don't want anyone 'er anythin' hurtin' ya," he admitted. "If anythin' were t' happen t' ya I would never forgive myself," Niall softly said. Despite the bustling going around us, I heard the fear lacing his voice. Niall cared so much for me to the extent that if something were to happen, he took full responsibility. I found it so adorable and sweet how protective of me he was, but I didn't want him carrying such a heavy responsibility.
"You know you're so good to me?" I wondered out loud. Niall looked over at me and raised an eyebrow in confusion. "You care so much for me, and willing to go as far as blaming yourself for something that isn't even your fault. You're the definition of amazing," I admitted, laying my head against the top portion of his bicep.
"I jus' love ya too much Aubs," Niall replied, giving my hand another squeeze. I hummed in response before giving his hand a squeeze back to signal I felt the same exact way. "So Liam an' Sophia ar' flyin' over in the next week 'r so, hope it's okay we have 'em over fer dinner," Niall trailed off.
"Yeah of course, why are you even asking? My apartment is your home too Niall, what's mine is yours too, you know that right?" I said. Honestly, we both lived at each other's houses, so it really wouldn't matter how long we took to pick out a place together considering the fact we were already living together.
"But it was yers first, I can't jus' barge in an' run the place as if I own it," Niall reasoned; always the most sensible of the bunch.
"Well I'm officially giving you the okay that you can do that, just don't burn the place down," I giggled. Niall released a small groan of annoyance, and I knew how much he hated when I took charge of things like this since he felt this all fell on him. I just hated the fact that he was doing everything he possibly could for me, and well I wasn't doing much for him. I wanted our relationship to be as equal as possible.
"Have I ever told ya how stubborn ya ar?" He breathed out.
"You don't say it enough," I chuckled, squeezing his bicep. "But I'm excited for them to visit. I can't wait to catch up with the Paynes," I added.
"Funny how ya say I'm an idiot," Niall teased.
"That's because you are," I seriously replied, trying to keep a straight face.
"Keep lyin' t' yerself baby," Niall shot back as we crossed the street back to my work. Upon entering the lobby, I guided Niall towards the elevator located all the way on the opposite side of the building. I didn't really feel like running into anyone working alongside my department at the moment, especially with Niall. My first day at work was already sucky enough; I didn't need it to get any more frustrating or chaotic.
"So t'day I'm signin' papers at city hall t' make ev'rythin' official for our project," Niall happily said as we exited the elevator and made our down the narrow hallway to my office.
"I'm so happy for you. This entire project is just so amazing, and I think it's so genuine of you and Liam to willingly make time for these children," I admitted, extremely proud of Niall and Liam for their efforts to get something as charitable and helpful as this program up and running.
"I want ya t' come visit us. The kids will love ya, ya know t'at?" Niall added.
"I definitely will, how could I pass up the chance seeing you in your natural habitat?" I giggled before letting go of Niall's hand and sprinting head first toward amy office door. Heels definitely weren't the best option to wear today, but it's not like I was running a marathon in them. As soon as I took off, I heard Niall bolt straight after me. The entire sprint towards my door, I felt my breathing grow heavier and heavier, while Niall's footsteps sounded closer and closer. Right when I thought I out ran him and was about to grab onto my door handle, Niall's hand grabbed each side of my waist, lifting me off the floor in the process.
"Gotchya," he whispered in my ear before lightly pushing me up against the wall adjacent to my door. I began squirming in his arms until I managed to pull one of his arms off of me and slid down against the floor. My butt fell flat against the hardwood floor, making me slightly wince at the sudden impact. "Ya okay?" I heard Niall warily ask from above me. Lifting my head to look at him, I slowly nodded my head before extending out my hand for him to help him up off the floor.
"Yer fine, right?" Niall asked me as I went to open my door.
"Yes Ni, it was just a small fall. I promise I'm fine, but I hate that you caught up to me," I giggled as my fingers fully wrapped around the door handle and pushed the door open. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Elliot standing next to my file cabinet, looking as if he were determined to find something.
"Elliot?" My voice caught his attention, and he turned his head back over to me. He grinned at me as if he won the lottery, and I wasn't entirely sure whether or not I should be creeped out by that.
"Hey, sorry, this is an emergency, but you'll never believe who I just got to agree about doing an interview with you for the upcoming article?" He asked. Still a bit stunned with his presence, mixed in with Niall staring daggers at him, all I could do was shrug my shoulders.
"Lana Del Rey!" As soon as he said the words, my purse fell off my shoulders as I ran up to Elliot and hugged him. I knew it wasn't the best thing to do in front of Niall, but this was such a big deal to me and the fact that Elliot was single handed lay able to to pull this off made me ecstatic.
"No way?!" I gushed as Elliot's arms loosely fell off my shoulders.
"It took a little bit of convincing, but I talked you up a lot, not that you need any," he chuckled, "But she said she'd be in town next week, so she'd be glad to stop by and chat a bit." I barely could contain my excitement at this point. She was the perfect figure to discuss the topic of feminism. I wanted this article to be the best one I've written, and in order for that to happen, I needed the best of the best to help.
"Oh my gosh Elliot that's amazing!" I nearly screeched just saying that. "Thank you! Thank you!" I said before I gave him another quick hug.
"Just doing my job," he winked before pulling out a file. "I just came in here to get her representative's contact information because I'll need to confirm everything with he or she." I nodded my head at him as I watched him close the drawer, give Niall a smile, and then walk out. Following the shutting of the door, I looked over at a not so happy Niall.
"What the fuck was t'at?" He spat as I made my way to my desk.
"Niall, you don't understand how much that interview means to me," I replied while turning on my computer. Niall released a small huff of frustration before walking over to one of the chairs situated in front of my desk.
"Oh so t'at means if he got ya an interview with the damn president, ya'd fuck him?" He shot back. My eyes widened at his words. I honestly didn't even mean to make him angry; I just was too caught up in my own happiness. Besides, we literally just had this conversation about how I wasn't to going to leave for anyone, most specifically Elliot, at any point in time.
"What?" I asked, stunned with his use of words. "Are you out of your mind or what?" I asked him.
"No I'm not," he angrily retorted. "Question is ar' ya?"
"No, Niall, I'm perfectly level on the ground right now," I replied, trying my best to keep my tone neutral.
"I'm yer god damn boyfriend, an' I'm in the same room, an' ya think it's a good idea t' wrap yer arms around him like t'at?" His voice increased in not only volume with every word, but anger and frustration.
"Why are you making such a big deal out of this Niall? It was just a friendly hug," I said, already beyond frustrated than I already was.
"Oh I'm sorry, next time I'll make sure I'm not here so ya two can have the room all t' yerselves," Niall replied, sarcasm clearly evident in his tone.
"Listen Niall, if you can't accept the friendship that I have with Elliot then I suggest you leave now before this gets anymore ugly than it already is. I don't want to fight with you right now," I sighed, placing a hand against my forehead. "That hug meant nothing but congratulations. I'm sure you hugged tour managers and other girls while you toured or at soccer games or whatever."
"I barely ever saw them, ya see t'is fucker ev'ry day," Niall seethed.
"Well I can't help you there. This is my job, accept it or don't. I don't care," I replied, fed up with his snooty responses. Niall's eyes widened in shock at my words before he took his hands off the top of the chair and placed them in his jean pockets.
"Shocker," Niall let out a snide laugh, "Puttin' yer job before me, wouldn't be the first time." Just like that, I felt my heart sink a thousand feet. My mouth instantly went dry at the sound of his words. He wasn't wrong, but I couldn't believe he had the audacity to say that to my face after we both agreed to put the past behind us. I tried so hard to hold back the bundle of tears threatening to spill from the crevices of my eyes. This argument wasn't supposed to blow this much out of proportion.
"Get out Niall," I lowly spoke, lowering my face against my desk, so he wouldn't see my desk. I didn't hear any movements or anything, so I assumed he was still there. "Can you please leave and we can talk later?" I pleaded.
"Aubrey, ya need t' get yer shit sorted out coz if I'm always being' out after yer fuckin' career, then I don't think I can stick around anymore," he said, causing me to lift my head up. My eyes caught his, and I immediately knew this was as hard on him as hard as it was on me. The problem is that we were each seeing a different side of the argument.
"I'll stay at a hotel t'night an' we can talk tomorrow," Niall said before he turned around and walked towards the door. Right before he twisted the handle to leave, he took one last look at me before directly taking his gaze off me and walking out. I expected him to run back in, and hopefully we could talk things out right here, right now. Nope, he walked out on me, and with each second that ticked by I felt my heart falling apart.
A/N: hi!!!! You guys have every right to hate me because I know I haven't updated in nearly three weeks, but here's an update! My life is literally so busy, and sometimes I barely have time to just scroll through Twitter. So please bare with me and my chaotic life and schedule! Trust me I will finish this story, just stick with me! I appreciate every single one of you guys, and I honestly wouldn't be where I am without your guys' amazing support!
I know the chapter is short, but I'd like to say it has the perfect combination of everything naubrey!! I had writer's block too so that sucked, but I hope you guys enjoy it! If it sucks, then I apologize dearly and I promise I'll make it up in the next chapter!!! Also what do you guys think of what Aubrey asked Niall?! Do you think that Aubrey and Niall would have still ended up together if grace didn't die?! Let me know your thoughts!!
Also have you guys heard infinity?! I've had it on replay since it came out and I'm honestly obsessed! I already know this fifth album is going to slay beyond belief because let's be honest, the boys haven't failed us yet and they never will. Anyways I hope you all like this chapter! Thank you for being patient with me! As always leave tons and tons of votes and comments :)