Wrong Number [N.H.]

Chapter 15

Mariah's P.O.V.

For days I sat, thinking of what could have gone wrong. Did I say something? Did I do something?

This guy made me so happy, he made me smile all the time, and then just suddenly he was gone.

15 weeks he ignored me. Why had he? I'm not sure. Maybe the fact that I pestered him about being Niall Horan, but he couldn't deny it, because I knew he was.

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I had been sitting down, scrolling up and down on Twitter when my phone rumbled.

I didn't know who it was at first, because Katy had been off with a friend who literally lived in the middle of nowhere, and it couldn't be Jay, because Jay was somewhere running around my house with Alex.

I clicked on the text, a bit uneasy when I read the text.

Theperson: Mariah?

Theperson: I'm Niall Horan. And I-

I didn't get to read much more, when my phone fell out of my hand and onto the hardwood floors. A gasp escaped my mouth, and my hands flew up, hitting my mouth.

I felt like the few seconds I had sat there had been hours, every thought that could possibly exist running through my mind.

It was the vibrations of my phone that had spoken me.

I leaned down and grabbed my phone, still shaking violently. Was it really him?

Theperson: Mariah? You there?

Theperson: Are you ok?

Me: You're not kidding?

Theperson: No I'm not I'm sorry I lied and didn't tell you

Me: its fine its just hard to believe omg

Me: your fukc

Me: Can you at least send me a picture

Theperson: im not in shorts at the moment

Me: why

Theperson: idk.. lemme put some shorts on at the least hold on..

I sat there at least 5 minutes before he texted back.

Niall: *picture attached*

Niall: That's fine right?

I would've dropped my phone and started screaming right then and there, but at the moment I was so nervous and excited, I was frozen in place, my sight seeming to be glued to the screen.

I couldn't believe it, because it really was Niall Horan and he has been taking to me. Me.

When my finger started trembling and clicked on the call button on the top of the screen and Niall's voice rang through the speaker, I let out a squeal, my hands shaking. I could hardly hold the phone to my ear.

"Mariah? You alright, there?"

I was breathing hard, struggling to talk, much less think right then, yet I somehow managed.

"It's really you. You're Niall."

"I am. You're alright, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just can't.."