Niall’s POV

It’s been another week since my last attempt to talk to Bree.

And I’m getting impatient. Very very impatient.

I swear I don’t know what to do and I’m slowly loosing it. I’ve seen her tweet and sometimes there are picture attached. She looks so happy, like if nothing is happening and it makes me feel worst.

What if she’s doing better now?

What if she doesn’t miss me?

What if for her we are no longer together?

That’s what scares me the most.

I don’t know where we stand with our relationship. I don’t know how are we gonna fix this if she doesn’t want to talk to me. Man, I’m such an arse. I swear I’ll never forgive myself for what I’ve done.

“Mate, we’re going to the pool, wanna come?” Zayn asks as he steps inside my hotel room.

Today we have the day off, but it’s making all this worst. When we are busy it helps me get distracted and not think about this whole chaos, but now that I don’t have anything to do, that’s all that’s on my mind. And it’s killing me slowly.

Going to the pool may actually distract me a bit, but I have literally no energy to do anything. I just want to lay in bed and be miserable for the rest of my life.

Well, maybe not for the rest of my life, but until I can talk to Bree again.

Although I deserve to be miserable for the rest of my life after what I did.

“No, I’ll catch up with you guys later,” I reply.

“Are you sure?” Zayn asks.

I nod. “Yeah,” I say.

“Well, if you need anything you know where we are,” He replies. I nod in response and after that he is out the door, leaving me alone to continue being miserable.

I let out a sigh and look at my phone, opening up the messages app.

These past few days I’ve been sending messages to Bree. Most of them are at night just when I’m about to go bed. They’re always a little reminder of how much I love her and miss her, and of course admitting that was a complete arse. But of course, she never replies.

I’m about to send her another message, but I force myself to put my phone down. There’s a reason to why she’s not answering. She doesn’t want to know anything about me. Hopefully it’s just for now, so I’m gonna give her space.

I don’t think I can go another day without talking to her, but I have to try. I have to try if I want to be with her again.

.

Today is the day we go back to London for a break before our American leg of the tour. All of the boys were excited to see their families/girlfriends again, but not me. I’m just more and more miserable. My family is back in Ireland, and my girlfriend is still pissed at me.

I seriously don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve stopped calling her, I’ve stopped texting her, but nothing is working. She’s not trying to reach out for me and that only gives me a horrible feeling. Maybe this is it. I guess she wants to break up. Well, I don’t even know if we are broken up now. Maybe I should ask her that. Maybe she’ll reply to that.

Without thinking it further I type in the message.

Could you at least let me know if we’re still together? You’re driving me crazy, Bree. I miss you. Xx –Niall

After reading it for the hundredth time, I finally send it. I don’t think she will reply to that, but I need to know. Hopefully she’ll reply.

“Hey,” I hear voice say. I look up from my seat only to find Paul.

“Hi,” I reply.

“May I sit down?” He asks. I nod and he sits down by my side. We were still on the plane, but hopefully we were going to land soon. “How’s everything going? The boys told me about your fight with Bree,” He says. I sigh and close my eyes, resting my head on my hands. I know I shouldn’t have told them. Now Bree’s uncle knows about it and he probably hates me. He once told me not to hurt her, and I did. Is there anything I haven’t fucked up? Way to go Niall.

“It was a mistake. I was being such and arse and you don’t know how sorry I am. You probably hate me, and I don’t blame you for that. Heck, Bree probably hates me now and I definitely don’t blame her for that,” I explain.

“Nobody hates you Niall,” He replies. “I don’t hate you, we all make mistakes and that was one of yours. You even said yourself,” He says. “And Bree loves you. She could never hate you. Just give her time and she’ll come around,” He says, patting my shoulder.

“Paul, I’ve given her two weeks. I seriously don’t know how much I can go like this. I need to talk to her, I need to know what’s gonna happen with our relationship,” I say. “I’m—” But before I can continue, my phone vibrates, meaning that I have a text. I swear I’ve never looked down at my phone as quickly as I did right then. It was a text!

And it was from Bree.

The smile that appeared on my face was so big, and I didn’t care if I looked like an idiot. She had replied! Bree had replied and there was nothing more important than that.

Yes. – Bree

I usually hate one word replies, but since it was from Bree it didn’t matter. But also, it didn’t matter because she had confirmed that we were still together. She’s not breaking up with me!

Thank you so much, babe. I love you and I miss you like crazy. How you’ve been? – Niall

I quickly send the message, completely forgetting about Paul’s presence until he spoke again.

“What’s happening?” He asked.

“Bree replied a text message I sent her,” I say, still smiling.

“Ah, you see, thing are finally turning around, yeah?” He says.

“I really hope so,” I reply. If Bree replies again then I know everything is finally turning around, but if she doesn’t then I don’t know how I should react. What does she wants me to do then? I’ve called her and she doesn’t answer. I’ve texted her and this is the only time she replies. If she doesn’t let me talk to her then how are we gonna fix this? I swear, women are so complicated.

.

We’ve finally landed in London. We go through customs and grab our luggage, getting out of there as quickly as we can so we can’t get mobbed. There are a few fans outside and we stop for some pictures and autographs, but we try to do everything as quickly as possible.

After a while, we are finally inside a black SUV driving us home. The thing was, as tired as I was, I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t want to be alone and depressed again. Bree never texted back, and I don’t think she ever will and I really don’t want to think about it because I’m tired of feeling like this.

I would ask any of the boys if I could go hang out with them, but I know they’re tired too and some of them have plans with their girlfriends already, given that they haven’t seen them in a while. That’s why I decide to ask Paul if I can hang out with him and Clodagh. Luckily, he said it was completely fine. It sounds weird, actually, but Paul is a good lad and since he’s Irish as well, we have a special bond. Besides, it would be good to see Clodagh after a while. I bet her belly is so big now.

What makes the situation a bit awkward is that Bree lived there and I bet some of her things are still there which will only remind me of her and I will be depressed all over again. But I prefer to be with Paul and Clodagh in their home than to be all by myself.

After dropping off the lads, we make our way to Paul’s house. It was a short drive, so when we get there, we get our luggage and make our way inside. Paul said that he would drop me off later, so I take my luggage with me as well. When we make our way inside, Clodagh is waiting for Paul with a nice dinner and I can’t help but smile when they greet. They share a big hug and then Paul gives Clodagh a light peck on her lips, keeping it PG because I was still there. I’m not usually a fan of PDA, but this time it only makes me think of Bree. It makes me think on how I’m dying just to hug her. How I’m dying to kiss her lips. I really miss her and I don’t know what I’m gonna do.

“Niall, what a surprise,” Clodagh says.

“Hi,” I reply, hugging her, being careful with her belly. “Getting big there, huh?” I say, caressing it a bit.

She chuckles. “Yeah, six months and a half now,” She says. “Please come, I made dinner,” she adds, motioning to walk towards the dining room.

“Thanks,” I say, sitting down in one of the chairs.

.

After dinner, we sit down on the living room and just talk about random things. Even though I am where Bree used to be, I actually don’t feel that bad. Talking to Paul and Clodagh is making it all better, but as I see one of Bree’s coat hanging on the coat rack, that’s when all changes. I wasn’t thinking of her for a while now, but seeing her coat, and imagining her sitting down here with us, or just lying down on a sofa how she would be doing on a free day, that’s when I stat missing her even more.

“You miss her, don’t you?” Clodagh asks, interrupting my thoughts.

“Huh?” I ask, just as Paul stands up and walks towards the kitchen.

Clodagh chuckles. “I saw you staring at her coat. You miss Bree, don’t you?” She asks again.

I sigh and nod. “You have no idea,” I say.

“Well, that’s cute,” She replies. “Why don’t you go see her? You have two weeks off, right?”

“Yeah,” I say, and just then I think that going to L.A to see her is not a bad idea. I know Bree doesn’t want to talk to me, but if I actually go there, there is no way that she’s gonna ignore me, right? Besides, I’ll do anything to make this better. I can’t go another day with us fighting. I want to fix this. I need to fix this. “But I don’t know where she’s staying,” I say.

“Then just ask her,” Clodagh replies.

I sigh. “It’s not that simple,” I say. “We had a fight, and we’re not talking. Well, she’s not talking to me,” I briefly explain.

Clodagh sighs. “Niall, what did you do?” She asks calmly. And with that I begin telling the story once again.

“Niall, you have to go see her,” Clodagh says once I’m done explaining.

“But what if she doesn’t want to see me?” I ask.

“She will. She misses you just as much as you miss her,” she says.

“Well, it doesn’t look like it,” I reply.

“Of course she won’t show you. She wants you to think that she’s having the time of her life no thanks to you,” She explains. “But it’s actually not like that. Trust me, I know Bree, and I’m a woman. I understand these things,” She says, giggling a bit. “You have to go there and show her how much you truly love her and how much you want to fix this.”

“But I told you, I don’t know where she is staying. I don’t know where Emily lives,” I say.

“But I do know,” Clodagh smirks.

I frown. “How do you know?”

“She had to give me Emily’s address and phone number just in case anything happened,” She explains.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I ask.

“Definitely. There is no way she’s not gonna forgive you if you show up at her front door,” She says. “Now, go book your ticket because you are going to L.A,” She adds, patting my back, making me smile big.

“Thank you so much,” I say, giving Clodagh a hug, making her laugh a bit.

Well, that’s it. I’m going to Los Angeles.

~ ~ ~

I am extremely sorry for not updating sooner. Because of work i'm just so so busy and when I have a free time I just want to lay in bed and never get up. But i'll try my best to update soon, I promise! And I mean that with both stories.

Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter! What did you guys think?

Only one chapter left! Are you guys ready?

Please don't forget to vote and comment! It means a lot.

Dedication to @itsangie_ because she couldn't wait to read this chapter :)
Hope you liked it, love.

Alright, byee!

~Marii xx

P.S: I made a thing at the side... If you like it and want to see more, you can follow my tumblr: http://wayfaring-strangerr.tumblr.com :)