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Thursday; ten drinks

"Please leave your message after the tone."

"Harry?" Niall sniffled, wobbling out into the cold to escape the noise inside.

"I'm so sorry!" He practically shouted, about ready to break down.

Gulping loudly, he continued, "I-I just w-wish you knew the whole story. You gotta believe me, you just gotta b-believe me!

"Nothing is the same anymore... I'm so depressed lately. I have no job, I barely have a home, and you've left my life completely.

"I know I wasn't supposed to call but I guess it's out of habit. I swear I tried to tell myself to stop b-but I couldn't do it!" Niall yelled the last part, falling to the ground and breaking down.

"This wasn't s-supposed to b-be like this!" He whined, hanging up as he sobbed in the front of the pub painfully.

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