Mr. Horan »n.h«

2 DEAD WEEKS

It's been about two weeks now. I know right? Time flies like a motherfucker. Jenna and the girls are over. My mum homeschooled me too, so mostly my days is getting my work done, taking panic attacks, and constantly talking to Jenna.

"He's dead, Sophie.. He hasn't dressed up or any damn thing.." Brianna says painting her thin lips with lipgloss.

"Someone said he was crying, they didn't know why of course, but still. Harry even said that he's worried sick about him.." Jenna adds.

"Look Soph. It's been two weeks.. I think you need-"

"To hop on that mothafucka one last time!" Emily chimes in, and Brianna bursts into giggles.

"What I was saying, was.. you need to see him... You're falling apart.." Jenna whispers to me.

"Hey. We gotta go, my moms here." Brianna says looking at the screen of her phone.

"Are you sure you don't wanna come to the mall?" Emily asks again.

"Yeah. I'm sure." They all give me warm hugs and then they exit my room, then my house.

I lay on my bed just wondering if I should text him. Being homeschooled sucks and I really do think about just walking off another bridge, why not? My fucking nights don't consists-

I hear something vibrate.

Two weeks. Too long.
-Niall.

I don't know how to respond? I feel this light spark in me and it's like it brings me back to life.

I can't do this anymore. I need to see you..
-Me.
I need to feel you, to kiss you, to see you. Warehouse @ 12. Delete the texts.
-Niall.

So I pace in my room until ten a clock rolls around and then I take a shower and get cleaned up. I slip on these shorts and this tight top, a pair of converses and I let my hair down and put on a little make up.

As I'm spraying on perfume, my mom yells that she's going to work and I tell her to have a good day.

This is the first time she went to work after the situation with Niall, and she thought she couldn't trust me. I watch as she leaves and that's when it hits eleven a clock.

One more hour.

I can feel his touch, I can feel him in me, no more late nights fantasizing, this is happening. This is actually going to happen. Me and him.