Long Live (Sequel to Payton Swift)

Chapter 12

- Payton -

Do you ever think you made the wrong decision? Like you shouldn't have done or said something?

That's how I am right now.

I shouldn't have done this. Come all this way when I don't even know how Niall's going to react. Is he gonna be upset? Will he yell? Will I yell? Is he gonna break up with me? Are we gonna be the same as before?

"Your foot is like a jackhammer! I promise you everything's gonna be fine, I'm the biggest Piall shipper," says Ashton from his spot beside me. The two of us were currently sitting in a dressing room, that was apparently going to be Niall's, waiting for him to arrive.

I sigh loudly before holding my head in my hands.

"I shouldn't have done this Ashton, this is such a bad idea. What if he's still angry? What if he breaks up with me as soon as he walks in here and sees me?" I ask him, my voice cracking a little because I'm scared as hell. 

Ashton just laughs.

"You're overthinking it. Besides, if he really wanted to break up with you he would've done it already," states Ashton while patting my shoulder. I roll my eyes and then check the time. "Would you relax? I'll go check for him. If I come back, he's not here yet. If I text you the angel emoji then he's here and you should get prepared."

I roll my eyes again.

"Thanks Ashton," I huff, hearing him laugh as he leaves me alone with my thoughts to go find my boyfriend. To pass the time and to help myself relax a little, I lie down on the couch and close my eyes while trying to gain control over my breathing.

Breathe in... breathe out...
Breathe in... breathe out...
Breathe in... breathe out...

This is not working.

I sit up and stare at my phone, waiting to see if the screen lights up... and it does with the text from Ashton.

"That was fast," I say to myself  and turn to look in the mirror that's about four feet away, trying to make myself look presentable. When I feel as if I look good enough, I remain seated on the couch as I'm too scared to stand because what if I pass out? I might as well be on something comfortable if I do that.

About a minute later, I hear his voice.

Ten seconds later, Niall walks in and sees me. When we make eye contact, it feels like everything has stopped and I feel like either hiding or dying but either is good to me right at this moment. Suddenly, I'm lifted off the couch and wrapped tightly in his arms.

"I'm so sorry," he repeats over and over, while placing kisses all over my face. "I love you so much, I'm sorry," he says and I want to cry. I cup his face with my hands and place my lips on his, feeling better when he kisses back. He walks backwards until the back of his knees hit the couch, which then he falls back with me on his lap. I pull away and he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, with what I assume are tears in his eyes.

"Baby," I say, cupping his face with my hands again.

"I can't believe I yelled at you. I felt like shit after, you don't deserve that."

I could cry at his words.

He notices.

"Don't cry, babe. Don't cry because of me again please," he begs and I kiss his cheek before cuddling up against him. It's quiet as we just sit there, Niall's chin resting on the top of my head as he rubs my back. "I love you so much," he says quietly and my heart skips a beat as a smile grows on my face.

"You know I love you more," I tell him, looking up just in time to see the widest smile on his light pink face. I cuddle back up against him and the two of us go on our phones. I go on Twitter and I'm surprised by the amount of tweets that are coming at me...

And then suddenly, I remember the day's events. 

Niall swears under his breath and I know he's seen it too.

"Niall," I start, getting off his lap so that we can have an actual conversation and not scream at the top of our lungs. It doesn't work because he immediately stands up and tugs at his hair.

"It's always fucking something with us isn't it?" he asks and I take a deep breath. "There's always one of us doing something with another person. One of us with a friend or kissing someone or getting way t' comfortable around someone that's not each other!"

"Niall, can we just talk about it for once?" I ask and he sits down on the other couch across from me, my heart starting to break as I see him hold his head in his hands. "Babe..."

"It's always something with us, Payton. There's always shit rumours going around."

I sigh before responding to him. "I know baby, I know. I wish there weren't any, but what can I do? What can we do?" I ask and he looks up at me solemnly. I feel tears coming on because I know exactly what he's thinking. "Niall, there's no fucking way I'm doing that."

His eyes widen before wiping away a couple tears. "It's the only way the rumours will stop, babe."

I shake my head over and over before getting up and walking out. As I do, I hear a crash behind me. I wanna go back and check on him but if he wants us to end... I can't go. I have to keep walking.

And that's exactly what I do.

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HELLO I'VE FINALLY UPDATED AND I'M A LITTLE TEARY NOT GONNA LIE

that ending though... RIP Piall :( i'm sad you all know i ship them so hard

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