Niall POV

*Hey Niall. I think we need to meet up and sort some things out*

That buzz was music to my ears. I'm so relieved that she asked for this first, because I was going to ask her to meet up too. All I want to do is work things out with her. That's all I want.

I'm sure Torre's heard the news already. Its blown up on twitter and all over the internet, so there's no way she couldn't have.

*Hi Torre. I think that would be a great idea. I can pick you up tomorrow?* I quickly texted back, not wasting any time.

*I have class in the morning, but I'll be free in the afternoon.*

*I'll pick you up at the University then, and we can talk?*

*Yeah, sure that sounds fine.*

Thank goodness she's agreed to meeting me. I just feel like I need to explain all of this to her. I need to apologize to her. I should have told her straight away about everything, but being stupid as I am, I waited and waited. I actually thought that I could hide it from her and it would never come back to haunt me. How wrong was I?

"What did she say?" Harry asked from the couch beside me.

"We're going to meet tomorrow and talk." I told him.

"That's good. I mean it's a good sign. Hopefully you'll be able to talk things through with her." Harry said encouragingly.

"Yeah. I just, I'm so mad at myself. Why did I think it would ever be okay to hide this from her? Why did I think she would never find out? I mean, it wasn't Spencer's fault, she had no idea that Torre didn't know. It's all my fault. I'm the sole reason that she's hurting right now." Harry didn't speak right away, he just nodded and looked like he was taking in everything I said.

"Well," He finally spoke. "At the time, it didn't seem like you should bother her with it. That was pretty much over and we obviously wouldn't have said anything to her. But when Spencer was brought into it and it really became a mess, it was almost too late to tell her. I mean, mind you, it would have been better for you to tell her than the way she found out, but by then, you had already been dating for awhile and it would seem silly to just drop that bomb on her at that point." Harry said.

And he was pretty much right. I should have told her, and I should have done it in the beginning. But I can't change that now. All I can do is my best to apologize and show Torre how much she really means to me.

"So what are you planning on doing then?" Harry asked me.

"I have no idea. I want to do something to prove to her that this is all real, but I'm just not sure what I should do."

"You could get her a gift?" Harry suggested.

"No, I don't think that's good enough. I need to show her that she means the world to me."

"Well, we broke with management, so that should help too."

"I know, I still need to do something else." I said, trying to think of what I could do that would ever be good enough.

"You could write a song for her." Harry suggested.

"That's romantic. But I feel like it's too typical. Too expected."

"Well, what if you wrote her a letter, or a list of all the reasons why you fell in love with her. Then she'll know you really did fall in love with her, not because you had to, but because of how amazing she is." Harry explained. That's a good idea. It's right what I'm going for. Harry's always been the most romantic of all of us.

"That's a great idea. It's exactly what I want her to know." I nodded.

"Just make it look, fancy and stuff." Harry chuckled.

"Okay, I think I'll go start on that right now. Thanks for the help, mate."

"No problem. I hope it all goes well for you tomorrow."

"I do too." I said, walking up stairs to my room. I do too...

When I got to my bedroom. I need some peace and quiet, for a work of art like this is going to be. I want this to be the most thoughtful thing she's ever recieved. I want her to know just how much time I want to put into this. I want her to know that I'm willing to put even more time into us.

I took a seat and grabbed a pen and a blank sheet of paper. I think if I write it rather than type it, it will look more genuine. More like it came straight from the heart. Boy that sounds cheesy.

I put her name at the top of the paper, writing out her full name, rather than just Torre, because I like her full name. It shows the several different parts of her. The whole person, rather than just what I know of her.

I drew a heart next to her name and then under that, The Reasons I Fell In Love With You.

Should I do a list or letter? A list makes the reasons more apparant, more central. But I feel like a letter could make them all flow better. I decide I'll go with a letter, since she wants to be a writer anyway, it'll be more of a thing she'd like..I think.

I then just start writing. The pen glides across the paper, as I just write everything that comes to my mind. Everything from the first time I met her to the first conversation we had and the first kiss we shared. Every moment together and every laugh we ever shared are in my mind as I write to her. The words string together to form sentences, and those sentences form paragraphs. All about her. It's all about her.

That's what I need to change from now on. It needs to be all about her. Since now it's been about me, doing it for my career, and doing everything the way I like it and however it works best for me. But that's now going to work anymore. I know need to make things about her.

As I write the last couple sentences of my piece, just emphasizing how much she means to me, I feel this great hope bubbling up inside me. I'm actually hopeful for what will happen tomorrow. Even though she could very well say she never wants to see me again, I will at least allow myself to hope that she will say something more. If she rejects me, I will deal with that when it happens, but now I will just allow myself to feel all the hope that consumes me.

I read over my letter once more before going to bed, making sure I've worded everything right and that everything is just the way I want it to be.

Victoria ♡

The Reasons I Fell In Love With You

I could just start this and tell you how much you mean to me, but I feel like that wouldn't be good enough. So I'm going to show you. I'm going to write every detail about you that made me fall in love with you to show you.

I knew I was falling in love with you the night we sat in your apartment, getting competitive with each other over silly board games. I knew from then on, you were more than special to me.

The first thing that made me fall in love with you was the first time we met. You were flustered and late to class and it was probably the most adorable thing I'd ever seen. I had known I had to find a girlfriend, and to be honest, I was on the lookout for a girl. But when I saw you at that crosswalk, I didn't reach out to you. I didn't flirt with you, or try to ask you out. You were in your own little world, consumed with your thoughts and worries, you beatufiul mind running at 100 miles an hour. And I still want to learn more about what goes on in that beautiful mind. You were too perfect to touch.

But then I saw you at that cafe. And then I knew that this was not just a coincidence. Before I came over to you, I was so very intrigued by you. Your little mannerisms, the way you carried yourself. And my curiousity got the best of me, at your cost. That moment I decided it would be you. And it was both the worst and the best moment and worst moment. It was the best because that was the first real interaction I had with you, and I just craved more. But it was all in the wrong way. I should've met you in a good and proper way, not because I had something to gain from it.

When we talked on the phone that night, that's when I really knew what a gem you were. You were so polite and kind. I could hear your nerves throught the phone line, but they just made you even more favorable in my eyes. I had had enought with all the fake girls and fake things that this life has thrown at me. You were real and that was new and exciting for me. And that's one of the reasons I fell in love with you. You are real. You make mistakes and get nervous, and get sad, mad, happy, and upset.

On our first date, you looked beautiful. You took my breath away. Your eyes sparkled and your smile lit up the room, everywhere we went. It was your laugh that really did it for me. Or shall I say your giggle. You laughed at everything that happened, and the sound was like music to my ears. It made me feel good that I was the one that was making that beautiful sound happen. And at that point, it wasn't because I just needed a girlfriend anymore. It was because I really enjoyed spending time with you, and I wanted to be with you more.

When you agreed to be my girlfriend, I knew then that you were more brave than I originially thought. Not only did you put yourself out there to me, but you basically put yourself out there to the whole world. And I should be nothing but thankful for that. I asked a lot of you that night, and now I realize I've been asking for way more than I should have. Because ever since this whole mess started, and I made the decision of not telling you, I've been asking you to be a part of my life when you never knew the real reasons of why you were brought into it.

I made the mistake. You came into this, thinking it was real and you were so trusting of me. You never even doubted me. And I fell in love with you. But I never told you the truth.

Torre, I love everything about you. Your laugh, your eyes, your sense of humor, the way you can love so easily, your kind heart, your ability to find good in any situation, the way you blush when I kiss you. I love every little thing and so much more.

All of these things might not mean much to you anymore, but they mean the world to me, and they always have. I'm sorry, Torre. I love you.

Niall ♡

{A/N: 2 chapters left after this!! Eeekk! It's gone so fast! Please vote and comment! ~Macy x}