Forgotten || n.h

Chapter Seventeen

The worst thing than someone leaving you, is not knowing the reason why they did.

When I got home I didn't try to dial his number, I didn't talk to my mom about it, actually I didn't talk at all. I'd never wished more for a time machine ever until now.

If I did have a time machine, I'd rewind it at the very beginning, before I even met him. Before all this happened and ruined me. I'd rewind it to the very start and hope to God to have never met him.

But somewhere in my heart, I know I would still hope to.

I don't know how many times I cried today. I don't know how many times I screamed and begged myself to wake up. I just don't understand.

Why did he leave?

Was it something that I did?

Was it something that I said?

Was it my fault?

As I ask myself these questions, i could feel this pang in my chest.

What if it was my fault?

I pull his shirt closer to me as I sat against my room's door. I wasn't crying anymore though, despite knowing I was hurt I couldn't feel it anymore. I remember being this hurt one time, as a memory flashes through my mind. I could remember how he sat at my front porch everyday with flowers, he'd beg my mom to make me come out. I bit my lip at the thought.

My plan to go back home was tomorrow, or maybe the next day. I don't feel like leaving my room but I need to. I guess it's time to move on then.

But I didn't want to.

Skylar you are going back there with your head held high.

I groan at the debate I was having with my subconscious, and like always, she wins.

I plug my phone to the speakers, turning the volume up as I fix my things and change into a white sweater and leggings. The weather is slowly changing. Christmas will be here soon meaning winter, cold mornings and hot chocolate. I needed that.

After fixing my things I thought about informing my mother about my plans, I turn down the volume of my speaker and before I could open the door I hear a loud thud downstairs, followed by glass breaking and a few more loud noises. My heart stops and without hesitations I run downstairs, my eyes widened.

The place was a mess, chairs were turned over, and my mothers favorite vase was broken on the ground. I search the house for her but no luck. My heart felt like it would just stop any moment. I see a note on the floor, I guess I didn't notice it before. I pick it up to read the scribbled notes that looked like my moms hand writing but it's not from her, it's just written by her.

Dearest Skylar,
      Remember me? You probably won't, anyway if you haven't noticed I have your mother, want her back? I have a GPA set in your car to the place you'll see her. Alone.
                       -S
  
S?

I start to think of anyone who had the name that starts with S and who might know Josh in a way. But none comes to mind. Without even thinking I dial Niall's phone number, not to tell him what's happening but to ask who S was, so I knew who I was dealing with.

"Helloooo?"

My heart stops, it was a girls voice. He'd never let anyone hold his phone except for me.

"Uh hi. Is Niall Horan there?" I ask with a shaky voice, as I pick up the broken pieces of my mother's vase. She loved this vase so much I remembered how she scolded me for almost breaking it and now it's in pieces.

"Who's asking?" She asks with an annoyed voice.

"Can you just get him on the phone, it's urgent." I bit, I bet she was rolling her eyes at this point but I didn't care, I just needed to speak to him.

I hear whispered arguing, though I couldn't understand what they were saying, but I do know it was the girl and Niall's voice. I grab my mothers car keys and head to my mothers black ford. A small device with a screen was stuck to the window just above the radio. I put my phone between my ear and shoulder as I start the engine, roaring to life and the little device opens as well.

"He's here." I hear her annoying voice through my phone.

"You're on speaker phone aren't you?" I roll my eyes, hearing my own voice echo through my phone. No one answers and I sigh.

"Okay fine, Horan-

I feel a pang on my chest at the name, but I need to sound like I didn't care, and hopefully I'm not failing. I know he is affected by this. He hated me calling him Horan. He wanted me to be the only one calling him Niall.

Shut up Skylar.

-I know I told you you'd never see me again, but I never told you that you'd never hear from me again. Anywaaay. I need to know who S is." I say, the line was silent, all I could hear was feedback from the other line. I hear ruffling and soon the echoes end.

He turned off the speakerphone.

"Why?" I hear shrieking from the other side, I slightly smile at knowing this girl who answered the phone is now annoyed.

"I just need to know." I bit, trying to sound like I did not give a single damn. But I know he notices this, he always do. He knows when something is wrong and sadly he is often right.

"Are you okay? Where are you?" He asks, his tone filled with worry and the weight on my chest grows heavier.

Skylar.

No.

You are not crying.

"I'm fine. I just need to know."

"Please." I beg.

The line is silent for awhile until I hear a door slam, followed by the start of a car engine.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Niall?" I ask.

"Stay there. I'm coming." He says and before I could say anything the call ends.