When You Were Mine (L.S.)

waffles

I wake up to a usual feeling of emptiness.

The small arms that were once wrapped around me are now gone.

I could cry. Could break shit. Could kill myself and wouldn't feel a single thing except for that numb feeling I have had since that last time I saw...

The memories from the night before start to flood my mind

I picture his face. His perfect, gorgeous face. But he's sad. The expression that he doesn't make just to pout. He makes it to bring his feelings from the inside and display them on the outside.

Even in my imagination I hurt him.

I check my phone just in case he actually did 'call back'

The only missed call that I didn't receive was from Harry.

The missed calls could be an unless line.

Missed call from Mom
Missed call from Mom
Missed call from Mom
Missed call from Liam
Missed call from Liam
Missed call from Mom
Missed call from Lottie
Missed call from Mom...

I audibly groan and roll over, capturing the heat of a blonde boy who's too charming to even be mad at for leaving.

How could I be mad? I'm the one who called him. I'm the one who drank a whole bottle of vodka. I'm the one who had to sob about the most perfect person saying goodbye to a dickhead like me.

Even if I did make him happy, he still felt scared around me. Scared cameras would catch it.

And that wasn't worth the prize. The prize of being loved by a naive boy who's career has gone to shit.

Well, my career isn't that bad but compared to Harry's, I might as well just stop if all I really want is his attention. I'm going on tour in at least a month.

Oh, shit.

I groan for the second time and stand up. Shortly after I groan for the third time, realizing the hangover taking over.

I smell syrup and cinnamon as I make my way to the kitchen.

"Morning tommo!" Oh. Niall stayed. And he made...pancakes?

"What are those supposed to be?"

Niall frowned, looking at a plate of burnt..something, while washing a cooking pan. "Waffles."

"Why are they flat?" I laughed and quickly stopped after it caused my head to pound.

"Well why don't you have a waffle maker?"

I never thought of that. I don't really eat breakfast so it never really crossed my mind that I would need a waffle maker. I shrug "it's unnecessary."

Niall's jaw dropped and spit flew from his mouth as he shook his head. "Waffles are the most necessary thing ever, mate."

We both laugh before I groan. Again.

"Pretty bad hangover? You drank this whole thing?" Niall pointed to the empty glass bottle on its side on the island.

I nod, answering both questions. "Don't wanna talk about it."

Niall nodded and grabbed a 'waffle'. As soon as he took a bite out of it, the only sound was the crunching of the burnt piece of waffle mix.

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A/N: this is short, boring, and bad but I'm sick so enjoy it pookies <33