Niall's POV

"Guys I can't last another day without her," I say, the tight feeling in my gut growing. I felt like something was wrong, like she needed help back at home.

"We still have the rest of tour," Zayn says, peeling an orange. I sighed, and propped my elbows up on the counter. I put my head in my hands, and closed my eyes.

I miss her so much. Her laugh, her smile, her eyes, her voice, her jokes. I miss her before my memory got lost for a week, I miss her so much.

All of a sudden I just burst.

I placed my head down on the counter and cried. I wanted her here next to me and the fact the fans are sending her so much hate and that she is most likely sad right now isn't helping. I just want to hold her in my arms, and hug her tightly.

"Niall, mate, you'll see her soon," Harry rubbed my back as I sobbed. I shook my head, "Harry you don't fucking understand."

I sat up, wiping the tears from my eyes, "I want to see her, now."

"Then call her and Skype her," Zayn says.

"You think that'll help?" I looked at Zayn, "I'm pretty sure skyping her won't help at all. I'm sure that skyping her won't change her mind about hating herself."

"Well we can't magically poof her up here." Harry said annoyed. I glared over at Harry, "I think I realized that by now, Harry."

"Niall just calm down and text her," Louis walked in. I spun around, glaring at Louis, "I hate how none of you are helping. Can't you see I clearly want to see my girlfriend whose getting tons of hate, who hates herself, whose most likely sad right now, and could be cutting? Can't any of you see a simple text won't make either of you happy? Can't you see I want to see her in real life and hold her tight and tell her she's beautiful? Can't you fucking see those things? Or are you too blind?"

"Niall. Calm down." Zayn says slowly.

"You know what Zayn?" I shouted, "I can't just calm down that easily. Would you be able to calm down when you realize that your girlfriend might be cutting and that she is getting lots of hate?"

They all kept quiet.

"That's exactly what I thought," I pursed my lips. "Now, I'm going to see her wether you like it or not."

• • •

I just needed to see Morgan. And when I finally somehow got Liam to take me to the airport, I had the biggest smile on my face. I had a ticket, yes, and I was ever so excited to use that ticket.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Liam says, following behind me as we enter the bright airport. We were kind of late, so we jogged all the way to my plane.

I was right on time, they just finished boarding and were about to close the plane. I turned to Liam as I handed the girl the ticket.

"I'm sorry for having to ruin the tour, I have to see her," I smile. Liam clenches his jaw, "Niall you'll be in lots of trouble once Simon finds out."

I smiled, "But it'll all be worth it so I can see my girlfriend."

With that, they ushered me onto the plane, and then I waited.

• • •

We were five minutes away, and I was literally the most excited person on this plane. Even though I'm probably going to get killed when I go back on tour, it would be worth it.

I looked out the window as we came near the airport. I sat on the seat, watching as we slowly dropped to the ground, and the wheels were finally rolling on the road.

The same smile was still on my lips as the plane came to a stop. I couldn't wait any longer.

• • •

I sat in the taxi, looking at each house. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as we turned onto my street. I got even more excited and nervous as the taxi stopped in front of the house. I could see a light on in the living room. I gave the taxi driver the money, then got out of the car.

"This is it," I mumble as I slam the door shut. I walked up the driveway, and up the stairs, then to the door. I slowly opened the screen door, then twisted the handle on the actual door. It was unlocked. I pushed it open, and stepped in.

"STAY BACK YOU MURDERER!" A familiar girl voice yelled. I looked over to my left, to see Morgan standing there with a knife in her hands. She looked different, but she still looked beautiful. Morgan widened her eyes at the sight of me, and she dropped the knife.

"Hi, Morgan." I say quietly.

"Niall," she says breathless.

"I'm sorry I haven't called or texted," I tell her, wrapping my arms around her petite body, "I've been so busy."

She wrapped her arms around me, and with a sob she said, "I was mad at first but now that you're here I can't be mad anymore."

"I love you, Morgan, I'm so sorry for ever leaving you," I say, resting my chin on her head. 

"I forgive you too easily," she mumbles, "I love you."

I felt horrible for how I treated her lately. The second she hugged me I felt myself breaking and when she said that, I cracked.

"I'm so sorry Morgan," I cried, "I'm so so so so so so so sorry."

"It's okay, Niall. You were busy."

"That's no excuse, Morgan. I know I've been hurting you lately because of how I've been. I'm sorry."

"I just didn't know what to think," Morgan whispers, tears in her eyes. "I thought you were gonna break up with me or something."

"Never."

"I thought I did something wrong. I just-"

"You're just as perfect as ever. And Morgan?"

"Yeah?" She replied, looking up at me through teary eyes. I smiled, "We're going to grow old with each other. We'll never leave each other. We'll always be there for each other from now on."

With that, she pecked my lips lightly, then cuddled in my arms.

"I love you," I say.

"I love you too," Morgan replies.

But then I woke up, realizing all that was a dream.

• • •

HAHAHAHA. JK ABOUT THAT LAST PART.

I'M SORRY I MADE MORGAN FORGIVE SO EASILY BUT YEAH I WANT HER NONDEPRESSED TBH

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