Stole My Heart

I laid there in my bed as the wind blew through an open window and sighed. It had been a week since we said goodbye and honestly, it feels more like a year. Every single day I'd think about them. Sometimes I'd just completely lose it and cry myself to sleep. Other times I'd just sit there and think. Either way, it felt like my heart was being torn in two.

Niall promised that he'd text or call me every night. Usually, he'd have a concert and I would have to wait until around 11:00 before I would hear from him. I didn't mind staying up that late; in fact, I normally stay up later stalking people - famous people (it would be weird if I actually knew them). Most nights I would just sit on my bed and stare at my phone, waiting for it to vibrate. Other nights I would force myself to do something with my life because I'm pretty sure this wasn't healthy.

It seemed like Heather was having the same problem that I was. Only, I couldn't imagine what she was going through with Louis being her boyfriend and all. Every day when I came into work she'd look exhausted and I could guess why. Whenever I would ask her if she was okay, she'd nod but look away or blink to hold back her tears. Sarah seemed upset too but she seemed to shrug it off. Sarah was careful not to mention them around us and tried to make us forget about them. I tried to stay focused on my job.

I think that my parents were worried about me because they would ask me if I was okay at least five times a day. They'd try to convince me to come down from my room and get something to eat or watch some TV but I'd just make some excuse and stay right where I was.

So, I sat in my bed staring at my phone waiting for it to vibrate. I had already been staring at it for half an hour and I was growing impatient. Eventually I just ended up throwing in on the floor in frustration. I heard my mom ask if I was okay but didn't respond, just sat and stared at my phone lying on the floor. I turned on my radio to try to get my mind off of them and guess what came on - One Thing. I sat there and cried. I probably cried for an hour. I thought that eventually I would run out of tears, but they just kept falling at a steady pace.

I was blowing my nose when I saw my phone vibrate. I ran over and snatched it up. I checked and saw that it was Niall.

I answered it and asked, “Niall?"

"Yeah?" he asked. My heart leapt at the sound of his Irish accent. "You okay? You sound upset.”

“I’m fine; honestly, I just miss you guys is all.” I said sighing. “When will you be back? You promised you’d come back.”

“Probably in about a week.” He responded.

“A week?” I asked nervously. This week had already gone by so slowly.

“Is that okay. I know it seems like forever but really it’s only seven more days.” He said reassuringly.

“Yeah, I guess.” I said.

“I’ve got to go.” He said quickly. “Goodnight, see you in seven days.”

“Promise?” I asked.

“Promise.” He replied. “Goodnight Laurel.”

“Night Niall.” I hung up and laid down in my bed thinking about the kiss he had given me before he left. I fell asleep thinking about his blue eyes and warm, reassuring voice.

Luke’s P.O.V.

I missed her. I thought about her all the time and everywhere I went I saw her face. I thought of the smile she gave me before I left, her eyes filled with tears, her hair blowing in her face, her hand tightly gripping mine, and that radiant smile that could light up a room. Last night when we sang ‘Wherever You Are’ all I could think about was Laurel. It seems like everything in that song actually happened to us.

Ashton seemed pretty upset too. I asked him what was wrong and he said he missed the girls, but he really missed Sarah. I could tell from the way he looked at her that he liked her. We would be going back in a week and I couldn’t wait to see her. All I needed to do was make it through one more week.

Niall’s P.O.V.

Every morning when I woke up I tried to convince myself that she wasn’t a dream. A beautiful amazing dream, but a dream that I could wake up from at any second and none of it would be real. She wouldn’t be real. Every concert we gave I’d think about her. All the songs made me think about her and it nearly drove me insane.

I promised her I’d call her every night after every concert. Hearing her voice just made things better. I found myself counting the days since our goodbyes. I found myself wishing that I could just go to sleep and the miles would fade away. She’d be there in my arms safe and sound and I would never let her go.I really didn’t know if the days were as slow as they seemed. I just kept counting the days until she could be more than just a dream.

Notes

Hope you guys like! I'd also like to say Happy 18th Birthday to Calum Thomas Hood of 5 Seconds of Summer!