Chapter 27

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——Noah's POV——

As I lay in my bed in my hotel, I stare at the wall in front of me thinking about y/n. "Should I text her happy birthday?"

Her birthday is tomorrow and I want to wish her a happy birthday. But, maybe she doesn't want one from me.

After all the things she said?

It hits 12 and i stare at my phone. I hesitate but then  I pick it up and started to type happy birthday.

I pause and then erased my message before I clicked send. I dropped my phone beside me and ran my fingers through my hair.

I look at my phone then pick it up again. I rewrote happy birthday and clicked send. I dropped my phone again and rest my head on the headboard of my bed. As I stare at my roof, I got a message.

Y/n replied.

I didn't think she would.

"Thanks"

I think and think of what to say back but I didn't want things to be awkward.

I look at my phone again and she's typing. I felt nervous on what she's gonna say because it could be anything. She text said "are you still filming near me?"

I smile at my phone. I would have never thought she would be talking to me.

"Ya we're at the end of filming finally"
I press send confidently and wait for a reply.

Nothing.

I stare at my phone for another 10 minutes.


Nothing.

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