Moments Unseen (One Direction)

Chapter 32- My Boyfriend's Back

Please read Authors Note at the end!!

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* Almost 3 Full Months Later *

It's almost time. Just a couple more days and all five of my best friends will be back for like two weeks. Granted they'll be busy most of the time with concerts and what-not but still, I'll get to see them. I'm lucky enough to say that the time apart hasn't ruined my relationship at all. I talk to Zayn everyday and we Skype whenever the time should permit. And I'm happy to say there were no rumours of him cheating (unlike there was with someone else *cough cough*). Although, since we haven't gone public with our relationship, it would just be rumours of him having many women.

As expected, the past two months were hard. I started up at work again, but I've still yet to go back to school. I've just been trying to take small, baby steps and so far it's going okay. Things keep coming up with my dads will and inheritance. My family wasn't extremely well off at all but we have never been poor either. Nevertheless, having to deal with lawyers and all that whilst still not being over my dads passing has taken a lot out of all of us. He left me a few seemingly random items but they all have meaning to me; he had left some books including a leather back copy of House at Pooh Corner, some music sheets, and a nice amount of money. Although the money was a nice surprise, the most meaningful thing he left me was his guitar. The same guitar he played to me growing up, the same one he taught me to play guitar on, the same guitar that my dad has had his entire life.

I sat in my room with my new found, six-stringed instrument in my grasp. I've yet to actually play it, though. I sat down with every intention of at least strumming the chords, but I couldn't do it. This one small action took every ounce of energy I had and I simply couldn't bring myself to do it. I wanted to, sure, but yet I couldn't. I took a deep breath and let my fingers graze the strings. Something sounded different? The guitar is in tune, so that's not it. I moved the guitar a bit to see if anything was inside it- there was nothing moving around inside. I reached my fingers inside the opening of the hollowed instrument and felt paper. Taped to the inside were pictures. The first was of my mom and dad, in their younger days. Mom looked beautiful and she appeared to be in a prom dress. Dad accompanied her dressed nicely in a tux. My parents had that rare relationship, one that lasted all through high school and through their entire adult life, up until now. But I know mom still cares for him, and I'm sure wherever he is, dad cares for her too. The next four pictures are individual pictures of my dad with each of his children. We were all so happy. The last one surprised me; a five by seven photo of me and Zayn, a photo dad must've taken at the barbeque, before our argument. We were looking at each other, both of us laughing. You didn't need to know what we were laughing about to know we were happy.

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Four o'clock on Tuesday evening; we were waiting at the airport, Mads and I. The flight the boys were on was due any minute. My legs were fidgeting and my insides were fluttering from pure excitement. My five, idiotic, amazing best friends were about to arrive and I had a feeling things would go back to being exactly how they were, hopefully even better.

I watched as people began filing out of the terminal gate. Of course, the last five people out were the five people I was waiting for. Mads and I stood, holding hands. She gave my hand a squeeze and I returned the feeling. We were both so excited but so nervous at the same time. Excited because the guys were back, but nervous because it's been so long we're worried things might be different. The first one to look at me wasn't my boyfriend, but Niall instead. He dropped his bag to the floor and ran towards us. We braced ourselves for his embrace and when it came we relaxed a bit. Niall's hugs are always big, almost suffocating, but it was nice. Harry came and took Mads away and Niall passed me off to Louis, then to Liam. We all expressed our excitement to see each other, I think "I missed you" was said at least a hundred times but it never got old. Two arms wrapped their way around my waist, a scent of dull cigarette smoke and vanilla filed my nostrils-- Zayn. A large, cheshire cat-like smile spread across my face. I squealed and turned around in his his embrace.