Essence's POV:

There he was. Six years. Six year since I'd seen him. His hair was different. His teeth were fixed. His muscles had grown, his shoulders broadened. He was tan now. But I knew instantly that it was him.

There was a squeal and a bushel of blonde hair rushed passed me and hugged Eleanor, and suddenly the two girls were sobbing. A man walked up just behind Niall and stared at me, a look of disbelief and amazement on his face.

I didn't move. Niall was just standing there, held in the same trance that I was in. My one true love. He was so close.

"Niall," I whispered, before collapsing. I knew just before I blacked out, that he'd caught me. Of course. He promised he'd never let me fall.



Niall's POV:

I slowly carried her over to the couch and laid her down, placing her head in my lap and yelling for my mum. Zayn closed the door and locked it, looking wary. Eleanor and Perrie sat in the corner of the living room by the TV, sobbing and holding each other.

My mum came rushing into the room and gasped.

"Is that... no."

"Yes mum, it is, but she was... it's a long story can you get me some blankets and some dinner for her when she wakes up?"

Nodding, but still looking supremely lost, my mother hurried off to fetch the blankets. When she returned I took the brown fluffy coverings and laid them over Essence who was still unconscious.

My mum retreated into the kitchen to fix a fresh dinner for Essy when she woke. To no one's surprise the peeling of potatoes and the making of tea could be easily heard.

Zayn led Eleanor, who gave me a weak "hello" and kiss on the cheek, and Perrie into the guest room to leave me alone.

The minute the last person had left the room I began to cry in earnest.

Here she lay, before me. Perfect as always. Her beautiful hair longer than I remember, but not a single hair out of place. Her eyes, the same sparkling green. But they were framed by dark circles, cuts and bruises. I examined her arms as she slept on. Covered with slits, and dark blemishes, scattered throughout her pale skin. She was literally starved almost to death. She hadn't grown an inch. Her cheeks were hollowed, her collar bones sticking out, not gently in a pretty way, but far out, so much it was repulsive.

She was covered in little marks from needles, and she looked like she'd been tortured for years. I noticed she clutched a note in her right hand.

It was my note. She'd read my note. She'd found it. We'd both been brought to the same place because the Heaven's wanted us to find each other.

She began to stir in her sleep, and slowly she opened her red, exhausted eyes. She stared up at me.

Tears began to flow thick and fast, from both of us. She sat up and wrapped her arms around my waist, sobbing into my shoulder. My tears were soaking her perfect wavy hair.

I don't know how long we sat there. Both in shock, both letting out years of hurt and confusion through our tears.

"Niall," she finally whispered. It took all my strength to not cry again. Six years since I'd heard her voice.

"Niall, do you really have her?"

"Espy?" I asked.

She stared at me, clearly remembering the name she chose.

"I found her," I whispered.

And suddenly, for the first time in so long, I felt her lips crash into mine.

Notes

MIDNIGHT MEMORIES THOUGH GAH THAT SONG.

ALL THE SONGS WHO AM I KIDDING THEYR ALL PERFECT

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