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"How does it feel mate?" Louis screams in my ear so I could hear him over the loud obnoxious club music.

"S hit," I replied, taking a big gulp of whiskey. 

"Aw! Come on, Nialler you're finally single after this long a ss year!" Louis says shaking my shoulders. "Elena was just nothing but a poor little girl, who-" 

"I'm leaving," I tell Louis, standing up trying not punch him right in the nose. "I don't ever want you to speak about her like that again, do you understand?" I say right in his face.

"Oi, mate-chill," He puts his hands in front of him in defense. 

I pushed passed him before I do anything I would regret. I have no clue why agreed to come out with him to this f ucking club when I got out of the best relationship I have ever had. If she sees this in the papers or magazines, she'll never come back to me; not that she would any way. 

The moment I step outside, I am surrounded by flashing camera's in my face. The lights are literally blinding, that I can hardly my driver holding the passenger side of my Bentley open. As I attempt to make my way through the paps I am being shouted questions left and right. 

"Mr. Horan is it true that you're expanding your company to Australia?" 

"Mr. Horan is it true that you and Elena are broken up?"

"Where Is Elena?" 

"Was Elena just using you for your money?"

"Did you cheat on her or did she cheat on you?"  

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" I yelled, slamming the door to the car, before Richard could close it for me.

I know that I shouldn't have made a scene and yell at the paparazzi, but once they brought up Elena I couldn't control myself. I never use to mind the paparazzi when I brought random girls from clubs, but when I met Elena everything changed. I hated what they would say about her in the media, it literally killed me seeing pictures of her with infamous captions; she didn't deserve that, she doesn't deserve that. 

She always told me that she never cared about what people said about her, because she and I both knew the truth about our relationship and thats all that mattered. She would always calm me when I saw her on the new or some dumb celebrity new channel and they were speaking rudely of her and how she was using me for my money. 

Elena despised me after when we first met, if anything she hated my money the most out of anything. Well she also hated me, but that's a different story, I was an ass to her after we got to know another. Though, when I finally realized that she was the one for me and I confessed my feelings for her, and she understood why I did it, she was so forgiving for all the things I put her through. 

It's been a month since I've seen her. I called her every single day, but of course she doesn't answer she sends me straight to voicemail. All I need is to hear her voice, just one last time and maybe, just maybe she'll come back to me. 

God, I miss her. 

" Sir, we're here," Richard said when he pulled into the drive way of my flat. 

I sigh as stare at the building. I put my hand on the door handle, but I couldn't open the door. I haven't stayed at my penthouse all month, because of all the best memories I shared with Elena are there. If Louis wasn't such a d ick to me at the club, I could have stayed at his place at least for the night. 

Once I got out of the car and make my way up the stairs to revolving door, Richard calls back to me "Mr. Niall- please sir, don't call her you're drunk," I stare at him blankly "Give her time." 

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