Beyond The Stars

We Meet Again

A few weeks have passed since I moved to England, and it has honestly turned out to be better than I imagined it would be. I have not seen Zayn for almost three months now, leaving me freer than I have ever been in my life.

I have had absolutely no contact with him, and it makes me very happy. The stress that was brought upon me when I first met him is no more.

I really have had the chance to get to know the guys a lot, it is as if I have acquired completely new family in these guys that for years I fangirled about.

They really have changed my perception on this new world thing.

I come in through the backyards doors, aiming for a cold glass of water from the pitcher I had put out a little while ago

Niall and I have spent most of the day outside, tanning and talking, planning on going to Mullingar next week, visiting his parents, after they invited us on their most recent visit here last month.

It still isn’t official though, the tickets haven’t been bought yet.

I go back outside with two tall cups of water in my hands, one for Niall and one for me, knowing he must be thirsty.

“You brought me water! Yes, I’m thirsty, it’s hotter this year than any other year” he exclaims, then taking a gulp of the ice-cold water, wiping the little beads of sweat on his forehead.

We sit in peace, drinking our water when Niall’s cell phone starts to ring. He reaches over and just stares at it for a moment and turns to me, telling me that it is Zayn calling.

“Go ahead answer, it’s ok” I tell him quietly, not really caring that he’s trying to talk to Niall, Zayn has known Niall longer than I have, been friends longer too.

I stand up once he answers the phone, walking around his massive backyard that he keeps well kept, flowerbeds everywhere making the yard look beautiful. I wait enough time for Niall to talk to Zayn, trying to give him some privacy.

Once I figure that he has had time to talk to him, I turn around and see him walking towards me. Smiling lightly I head towards him, though my smile turns into a slight frown when I realize that his face has gone from light and happy to sour.

“What’s wrong” I question, concerned about how his mood has changed so fast after talking to Zayn for some five minutes.

He looks at me sourly. “Zayn called, his parents are coming to visit for a while in two days, and they expect you two to be at home ready to start planning the wedding. I’m sorry; you have to go live with him starting today. It’ll look weird if you don’t know where anything is after ‘living’ with him for almost three months. He asked me to drop you off in an hour or two with all of your things,” he tells me awkwardly.

“Oh” is all that manages to come out of my mouth. I am shocked to be honest.

I knew that eventually I would have to go live with Zayn, though I have worked so hard to block him out of my mind, enjoying the moments at Niall’s place and with the rest of the boys. So far, it had worked, not once thinking about him during these last two months in England.

Niall hugs me, whispering that he is going to miss having me around the house all the time, and I realize that am going to miss him too.

All my life I have lived with my parents, never being alone, always having someone at home to run to. These last two months were the first without my family, but even without them, I had Niall. Niall is like my brother, the one best friend that I know I can always rely on. Living with him never really felt like if I was away from home.