Wrong Number [N.H.]

Chapter 14

The days were long, nights were short, and I couldn't concentrate. It had been worse than before.

Mariah hadn't texted since she had said bye, and I'm not sure why I kept watching my phone, hoping, wishing she would text me.

Louis watched me every second, my every false movement, every messed up solo, he knew that I wasn't well. A couple times he asked if it was that girl, but I denied, and tried to smile, because he couldn't know.

Today, I think was one of my worst days, because my phone was in my hand 24/7, and everytime my phone would rumble, I would quickly unlock it just to see it was a text from one of the boys, or an app notification.

I had started to get tired of nor having anybody that I texted about anything I wanted. None of the boys really cared about what I texted to them, usually they would reply with, "okay." Or something else that pissed me off.

After a while of sitting in complete silence, I picked up my phone and turned my texts to Mariah.

Mari: bye

10 weeks ago.

That was how long our silence had been. How long we hadn't texted. The last time I had texted her?

15 weeks ago.

And what the last thing I had texted her had been?

Me: I'm not Niall. Sorry.

The last thing I had texted her that I wasn't Niall Horan, and then she was ignored. From then on, I hadn't replied to any more of her texts.

I think I wanted to text her now, get it over with, and maybe tell her that I was Niall.

I couldn't help but think that maybe she hated herself because I ignored her. An anonymous guy had texted her, telling her how pretty she was, and then she said something that ticked him off, then he was gone. No matter how many pleads, he was gone.

And she didn't even know who he was.

Going through that in my head made me feel horrible, because it reminded me of what she might feel like.

I decided to tell her.

Tell her who I was, and that I was sorry.

I moved my finger to the text bubble and clicked, watching the small line that reminded me, "Whatcha gonna text? Text!" blinked on and off.

I finally moved my finger towards the keyboard.

Me: Mariah?

Me: I'm Niall Horan. And I'm so sorry I lied to you, and I'm so sorry I ignored you, I just didn't know what to do. You can be mad, you deserve the right to be mad. Just please, if anything, don't say you'll ignore me like I ignored you.

--A/N--

5 days. I've gotten so off-track, wow. And how many views this story has gotten! 377! Thats a ton!

And hoped you liked the chapter!! Its pretty short, but I can't think of much to write.

Anyway,

Love you millions,

~Addilyn xx