-TIMES PAST (deal with it)-
                              I close my book shut. I hug my knees to my chest, looking through the glass, staring down at the beautiful Chicago city.
                              I spin around and let my bare feet touch the cold wooden floor. I swiftly grab my book and put it on its bookshelf.
                              I miss him. His goofy laugh, and erratic smirks. His glasses that framed his face.
                              Most people would say I'm depressed. I was usually quiet, but they didn't think I could get even more. They don't hear me talk about him as much as I used too. But don't worry, he's not dead.
                              He had family stuff to take care of he said he'd be back. It's been about a month. He'd try to keep in touch with me as much as he can. About two responses each week. 
                              He hasn't gotten in touch with the guys either. He posted a video about his disappearance and said he'd be back soon.
                              It keeps me worried. If I did something wrong, if he's stressed, anything. All I can do is wait. Liam would be nice and take me places and Chipotle and stuff. He knew I was hurting.
                              Back to reality, I pull on my fluffy blanket, grab my remote and scroll through Netflix and click on Glee. 
                              A soft knock echoes through my door. I pull my fluffy blanket off and once again my feet touch the cold floor. 
                              I untwist the lock and twist the door
handle, I don't feel like interacting right now. 
                              A guy stands with a blue t-shirt, jeans, and black framed glasses. His apologetic blue eyes, and slight smirk make me recognize him. He opens his arms slowly, welcomingly.
                              I stand, shocked. I gaze for a minute before full on force hugging him. I bury my face in his shoulder.
                              "I missed you," I lightly say.
                              "I'm sorry," he apologizes. I kiss him on his cheek before we walk inside.
                              A/N
                              I SORRY. Honestly I wasn't gonna write this until I was like "Let's do this bud."
                              I am unfashionably late. Oops. Anyhow, I official decided I am NOT making this into a sequel.
                              I have too many books out and I'm barely posting. But if you'd like to check out my other books, please click on my profile. 
                              I felt very weird writing this.
                              Um follow meh, vote, and comment!
                              -Kat
                                      
                                          
                                   
                                              
                                           
                                               
                                                  