Our Last Summer

Betrayal

Guys I'm so sad I lost a follower.

What did I do.

I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while...I went to the beach for a few days and tried to write there but I just couldn't;I was staying in a beach house.

Well, here's your update now.

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The next year of my being apart from Niall - the third year - went by quickly. But not quick enough. No matter how much I resented Niall for breaking his promise, my heart still ached for him every night when I didn't receive the text I was supposed too.

I spent lots of time with friends, mostly Chelsea and Lucy, and that took my mind off things for a while. I had fun with them.

My mom called numerous times to check in on me. She was doing well on her trip, but also said she missed me with all her heart. I missed her just as much. Maybe even a bit more.

I tried to make the days last so I wouldn't have to face Niall anytime soon. But time slipped through my fingers swiftly, that days going away one by one. Figures.

I honestly had no idea how long Niall would be gone for.

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I wake up on another ordinary day without Niall. I stretch, then pull myself up off the bed to take a shower.

Once I'm all clean, I pick out an outfit and get dressed, then I do my makeup. I decide I don't feel like doing my hair a certain way today, so I just leave it to air dry.

I hop downstairs to get myself some breakfast, turning the TV on and grabbing my phone in the making. I pop some toast in the toaster and watch TV for a few minutes, then jump from my spot on the couch when I hear the ding from the toaster. I butter my toast, then plop down on the couch again. I quickly finish my breakfast, then grab my phone to check for texts. None. A part of me was expecting Niall to remember. But...he didn't.

I then hear a knock at the door. Assuming it's a salesperson, I resume watching TV. A few minutes later, however, when I expect them to have left, I hear yet another knock. Still assuming it's a really stubborn salesperson, I ignore it and stay in my comfy position on the couch.

And I am very frustrated when I hear the doorbell ring. I let out an exasperated sigh and get up from the couch. I look through the little peep hole in the door to see who it is, and gasp when I see a familiar blonde haired, blue eyed boy. I stand there for a moment, forgetting what breathing is, then I catch my breath once again and peek out one more time. He looks like he's pacing back and forth, and he's saying things, but the words are muffled and I can't make out what he's saying. I step back, take a deep breath, then open the door as he turns to face me and smiles wide. I, however, don't return the smile. His big smile morphs into a look of confusion.

"I missed you, princess." He says.

Anger boils over. "I don't even know where you got the audacity to simply waltz in here and expect me to be nice and sweet. Don't you dare 'princess' me after what you did." I say the word "princess" in a whiny, mocking tone.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"You know exactly what I mean, Niall. You made me a promise. And you broke it." Tears fill my eyes and I try to blink them back, but I only cause them to spill out in doing so.

"Oh, Char, please don't cry. I'm really sorry."

"Sorry doesn't fix anything!" I snap in between sobs.

Tears now fill his gaze.

"Why, Niall? I sat there until midnight, and when you didn't text me goodnight I cried myself to sleep."

When a few tears stain his cheeks, though, I feel a bit guilty for snapping at him and my fiery blue gaze softens. His eyes are now bloodshot and bleary from crying.

I pull him into a hug, then I lead him to the living room and pat the spot next to me, gesturing for him to sit down next to me.

He sits. Then I get down to business.

"Niall, why did you break your promise? What happened to 'we're gonna make this work'? Why?" I say the words slowly, and they actually come out in more of a statement than a question.

He squirms uncomfortably fir a bit, then looks down.

"Look at me Niall." I say gently.

Hesitantly, he looks up into my blue eyes.

And the next words that come out of his mouth make me wish I just welcomed him back home and hugged him tight and dropped the promise.

"Well, I kind of met another girl..."

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Cliffie. There you go. Love you guys lots. Sorry I'm just sad because of the one follower loss. :( Comment and vote to cheer me up? <3