Tomorrow.

                                    

                                          
I walked him down to the front of the apartment complex. It was freezing. He walked out and I leaned against the door, waiting for him to disappear into the darkness. Instead, he turned around and gave me a hug; the best hug I'd ever experienced. I wanted it to be left at that. I didn't want a kiss and I didn't want a "I'll miss you". This was a dream for me. A one time thing. It was a perfect night and I knew that was going to be the last time I saw him. He would be here for the rest of the week but he had work and then he'd leave. I accepted that when the butterflies flew away and I was comfortable with him. He didn't let go of me, he just held me in his arms like he was trying to decide what he was going to do. Niall pulled away slightly and kissed me on the forehead. I was okay with that. "Can I see you tomorrow." He asked, almost begging. No, never again.

 "I thought you had to work the rest of the week."

"Tomorrow is me last day off. I have something tomorrow night but I could see you during the day." No Ansley, just...no.

"Okay." Damn it. "Tomorrow morning we can get breakfast?"

"No, let me come here I'll make us breakfast." He smiled.

"You can cook?" I asked in disbelief, pulling away from him.

"Course I can!" I looked at him doubtfully, "I can't cook but I'm going to anyways. I'll be here at 9." I don't know what got into me because I kissed him on the cheek. He blushed, surprised as I was. "I'll see ya tomorrow Ansley Brennan". And he walked away quickly, running into a fire hydrant. I giggled but knew I shouldn't have. I run into it all the time.

I went back up and looked out of my big, open window in my room. Niall was walking away but then something happened. He jumped on someone's back. It was the man we saw earlier. Was he okay? I wanted to run after him but I couldn't move. He then hopped off and patted the large man on the back. They walked down the street and got in a black explorer together, laughing like they knew each other for years. Who was Niall Horan? I didn't even know what his job entailed except that he got to travel the globe. He knew so much about me and I knew so little of him. He shied away from most people and seemed to have secrets he didn't want me to know. I was thinking too much into this. Tomorrow my dream will end and none of this will matter. He'll be a faint memory. I shook it off and took off my shirt and Abby's shorts. It was the perfect outfit. Simple but fun. It didn't give off too much of my personality. Abby said if I gave too much away we would have nothing to talk about.

Niall had taken off his denim shirt and it lay on my bed. He probably forgot it on purpose. I picked it up and held it to my face, taking in his fruity but manly scent. I wanted the dream to continue so I put it on and sat against my chest wearing nothing but his shirt and my favorite, black undies. I sat with my eyes closed and ran my hands over the spots where I once harmed myself. On my wrists, the very top of my thighs so no one could see them and my right ankle. That was the most painful but the easiest to hide in plane sight. I moved my chest over and opened the floor board underneath it, grabbing the key. I opened it and saw the memories. The good and the bad lay in front of me. To a third party it was just old photo albums, a journal, and some other useless material but to me it was my hopes and dreams, and my fears. I closed it quickly. It was one o'clock. Niall would be here in a few hours. Sleep, I thought, I needed sleep.