Flame (A Niall Horan FanFiction)

"Erin, please," he begged. I turned away.

"Let's face it, you stopped loving me a long while ago," I whispered, slowly breaking into uncontrollable sobs.

"Look at me," he demanded, and so I did. He cupped my wet, tear stained face in his big hands and spoke ever so softly, "I never stopped loving you. From the moment we met to this moment right now, I never stopped loving you. Remember that night at the bar? That lighter we shared, it was the beginning of our relationship. It was the flame that lit us up, and believe me, that flame will never disappear."