Imagine for angeles with niall Your pov: I watched the droplets of rain trickle down the window, racing each other to the bottom. Looking out at the now cold world all I saw was gloom, loneliness. My thumb rubbed against the back of my phone tracing the heart design of my cover. I couldn’t cry anymore, I had no tears left since HE left me. He told me I deserved someone better, who could spend all of their time with me. It happened August eleventh, exactly five months, three days and…two hours ago. The never ending knot in my stomach twists again at the thought of his face. His chiseled jaw, his pink kissable lips, his eyes-no I will not think about his beautiful eyes! That’s probably what I miss the most. Everyday since he left me I’ve sat here, hopelessly waiting…hoping…praying he would change his mind. I didn’t care that he was gone often at rehearsals or shows. I don’t need someone to spend all their time on me!I just want him to be mine again! I kept replaying his last voicemail to me over and over and over again, just to hear his voice. His beautiful deep Irish accent. I replayed until I fell asleep. This had become a nightly routine of mine, sadly. Tomorrow would be our third anniversary. That meant more crying than usual. What I would give for one last kiss, one last touch, one last ‘I love you.’ I couldn’t eat, I could barely sleep, and when I rarely left my apartment all I saw was his face. The only place I could bare to go was the old cheap bar down the street. At least there I knew there wouldn’t be any couples. The only people who attended that sad joint were depressed, lonely losers like myself. I didn’t bother dressing up in anything nice . I made my way down the deserted street-wonderful it was poring out. When I arrived my hair was drenched, and my eye makeup was smeared down my cheeks. I slumped onto the first bar stool and ordered a shot of whiskey from the creepy bartender who always tried to flirt with me. I chucked down the drink, cringing from the burning sensation I had come to love. I really didn’t want to stay here longer than I had to seeing as I’m dripping wet. The man stared at me waiting for me to pay. I slammed my bag on the counter and dug around trying to find some cash. “I got it.” A deep semi-framiliar voice called from behind me. A ten dollar bill was placed on the counter. I stared at the mans hand-it couldn’t be. His words echoed in my ear like a sharp bell. He was surely Irish telling from his voice. But it couldn’t be…it couldn’t be Niall. I wouldn’t let myself turn around and find out, i couldn’t get my hopes up just to have them torn down like a sky scraper. My body shivered ferociously as I felt a gently yet firm touch on my left shoulder. It swung me around facing him. I couldn’t look up, all that was in my sight were a pair of high tops. The room started to pin as he tilted my chin up. My mind must have been playing tricks on me. Or maybe It was a dream, because the man standing Infront of me was him. Blond hair, blue eyes, red cheeks and all. I wanted to say something but my throat closed up. “I was so incredibly foolish to let you go.” There it was again, that damn Irish accent. It couldn’t be a dream it was too real. He looked more handsome than ever. I could Vaguely see his toned abs through his button up blue shirt. His muscles were larger than I remembered, he was much taller as well. Oh dear god-he had chest hair. His fingers brushed my cheeks on each side. This was what I had thought about every second of everyday. The warm familiar touch of his was like no other. All my worries flooded away- my heart took over my body and I jumped off the seat and Into his arms. He lifted me up off the ground and carried me outside. The rain showered down on us but we didn’t care. We reached my apartment and he laid me on my bed. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling as I remembered how much I missed him. He fell next to me holding my waist. When he heard my sobbing he sat up alarmed. “Princess, please don’t cry!” His voice was quiet and shaky. I turned around and hid beneath his arms, burying my face into his chest. His fingers stroked my hair. I felt his other hand rubbing my back under my shirt, I missed the feeling of our flesh on each others. “Don’t ever leave me again Niall!” I cried. ” I promise I will never ever hurt you again baby. I’m so sorry…” I could hear the sincerity in his voice. We lied there for a while. I inhaled his cologne, trying to calm down and breathe normally again. Once I stopped crying he let go of me and peered into my eyes. “I don’t ever want to leave this bed.” He sighed leaning in. “I don’t want you to either.” I replied as his lips melted into my neck. The way his braces brushed light against my skin forced soft moans through my lips. “I love you so much. ” his words vibrated across my neck creating goosebumps. “I love you too Niall.” I could barely speak the words-he always managed to take them right out of my mouth. “So.So.So.much.” He said between kisses. I pulled away wanting to feel his lips on mine again. I first planted a kiss on his cheek, tasting the cold rain still left on his face. He ran his cold fingers up my back-how did he manage to allways be so warm yet cold at the same time? I tangled my fingers in his silky soft hair. My lips made my way up to his mouth. I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed the taste of his mouth. He lifted me up and set me on his lap. “I’m so happy your back, Niall.” I breathed, breaking our kiss. “So am I! I can’t even remember why I left you. Your so perfect and beautiful and everything I’ve ever wanted. I could never find a better girl.” His head tilted to the side. I cupped his cheek.” If I ever lost you again I…I don’t know what I’d-“ “You won’t baby. I swear on my life, you won’t.” I fell onto his chest and rested my head on him. I could hear the Rhythm of his heart beating, and I knew I never had to shed another tear. I could live again, I had the other piece of my heart back, the world came back to life for me that day. ~NiallersPrincess~
Posted on: Wed, 19 Jun 2013 04:59:07 +0000
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