Gone

"I...I need to tell you something..." I started, "You're not going to like it but I can't keep it from you any longer,"
His mouth opened slightly, forming the shape of an O as he waited for me to explain myself. Before I said anything, I hopped out of the car and stood on the pavement, my hands wrapped around my waist and my eyes on the ground. He followed me, slamming his door.

"Oh gosh, where do I even start?"
I didn't realise that I'd said it out loud.
"The beginning maybe?"
Smart. I chuckled quietly to myself but he didn't look like it was a joke, his face completely serious. So, I stopped and cleared my throat. I could tell that this was going to take a while.

"I was in love with Josh last year," I said quietly.
And so begun the long, painful story of everything that had happened between me and him since that first booty call. Niall didn't even say one word while I was talking. Even when I had finished, he still hadn't spoken.

Did he already know? Did he not care? I had expected him to be a little bit more surprised or angry. He didn't look either of those emotions. Looks could be deceiving though. Who knew what was going on in that head of his.

As I observed him closer under the dim gleam of the street lights, I noticed his bottom lip was quivering ever so slightly. Then, all of a sudden, he just exploded into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. It was awful to see him like that. I badly wanted to reach out and hug him but I stopped myself. There was no knowing how he'd react to that.

"Right, well, I'll see you later then," he said between gasps for air, not even looking at me.
He stumbled back to his car, swinging the door open again and getting in. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he covered his face with his hands and rested his head on the steering wheel for a short minute. Then, he sped off without so much as a look back.

As the screech of the tyres faded into the distance, so did my hopes of continuing to have a relationship with him. I wasn't completely sure but I think Niall might've just dumped me, just as I had predicted. It was the weirdest feeling. My stomach tied itself in knots; my eyes stung from fighting back tears; and I felt like just locking myself in my room and pigging out on ice cream.

"Hi honey, how was your night?"
It was Dad. I honestly didn't feel like explaining anything at the moment so I just nodded and sauntered inside slowly, staring into space as I scaled the stairs.
"That good, huh?" He muttered as I reached the top.
I turned around and shrugged.

Notes

DONEEEEEEEEEE!