This Number

Waking Up

Waking Up

-- Niall Horan

        MONTHS and weeks and days passed and all niall could do was mope around and not bother to clean up after himself. his room began to resemble a dump with wrappers and bottles of beer or soda thrown about. pieces of crumpled paper scattered all over the place; inside them, words that were never finished. they were months and weeks and days full of hell. 

        but through those months and weeks and days, niall met liv; a fan who had asked for a picture at one of their signings he was unfortunately dragged to. don't get him wrong, he did like meeting his fans and seeing them happy, in fact, he loved it, but with pain inside him, it was kind of hard to enjoy such things. but anyway, liv had asked to get a picture just like any other fan, but to niall's horror (or relief really), liv was the only one who noticed the very fake smile niall held and had immediately asked if he was alright. and it all just somehow turned from there. 

        now, niall sat quietly at the kitchen in his apartment with a very hungry liv. her hands held up a a big slice of pizza they had ordered, directing it towards her mouth and taking a bite. niall's appetite was gone (not like it was there for the passed months and weeks and days, anyway). his blue eyes stared at nothing in particular. everyone had gone to do their own things, leaving him and liv alone. he didn't mind the silence and it seemed liv didn't either as she cleaned herself up after devouring a few more slices (she was very, like, really hungry, so don't blame her).

        "so...," she broke the silence, sneaking a glance at niall who was zoned out. she sighed, taking a hold on his wrist and dragging him to the couch in the living room.

        "niall," she started. niall's gaze met her's, forcing a smile and it her like déjà vu. her mind raced back to that first time she met her idol at a signing. she was trying so hard not to cry as she asked for a picture with him. he had nodded, sending her a smile. that smile. the forced, pained smile. the one he held now. and all she could do was reach out for him as a single tear made it's way down his cheek. soon enough, he was a crying, sobbing mess in her arms.

        "niall, you've got to delete it," she whispered to him, rubbing his back as he shook. "it's time to move on."

        niall feebly grabbed the phone liv placed on his lap. he looked up to be given a nod of encouragement from her. throughout these months and weeks and days, niall had begun to grow back his balls and slowly begin to recover. it was as if he were waking up and starting all over again and it was all thanks to liv. he felt strange to feel those butterflies again, or to feel his cheeks heat up whenever she just smiled. he was lucky to have liv there for him. but so was another man who had liv and was able to share his love with her. and that, for some reason, angered him.

        he turned on the phone, searching for the old contact which still held the same old hearts after the name. he was angry, angry that there was someone else. his eyes spotted the name and he pressed the name, going to the edit icon, finding there the red delete contact button.and with his anger, he pressed it,  making sure to press okay. and guess what? he felt just a bit better once he had finally deleted this number.

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i wrote this while watching the super bowl (woohoo new england patriots won !!) and trying to forget that today was harry's birthday (he's so grown up aww 10 yrs old, such a man). yeah i hope ya'll enjoyed and gIF. 

p.s. : there's only one more chapter left D,,,,: