"Niall-" you plead.
"Just, please. Don’t talk to me right now." Niall says coldly.
"Babe, just talk to me." you say, following after him against his wishes.
Walking fast behind Niall’s long stride, you follow him into his dressing room.
Closing the door behind you, you turn to Niall. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
Sitting down on the couch, Niall places his face in his hands and doesn’t say a word.
Walking over silently, you sit down next to him and rest your head against his shoulder. “Babe, I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.”
After a minute, Niall picks his head up and you notice tear streaks down his flushed pink cheeks.
"Sweetie." you mumble, and hug him close. Allowing you to hold him, Niall leans against you and continues to cry.
"It’s just so hard." he says thickly in his Irish accent, "When you come to visit on the road. It’s like all the memories flood in and it’s an ache, knowing that soon you’ll be back home and I won’t be there with you."
Pressing your lips together, you try to keep yourself together for Niall. You had to agree, it did hurt.
"Listen to me." you whisper, once you get your bearings, "I know how you feel. I hate not being near you too, but we can’t let the fear of being apart ruin our times together."
Nodding, Niall takes a deep breath, “You’re right, babe.”
Pulling you onto his lap, he rests his head on you, “I just love you so much.”
Pulling his face up, you force him to look at you, “I love you too and no amount of distance is ever going to change that.”