Wrong Number [N.H.]

Chapter 24

A few minutes later of shoving and bumping our way past paps and fans, we decided to just step into Harry's room, seeing as it was only a few doors down from where we stood in the hall.

Niall kept me moving with one of his hands still on my back and the other one gripping tightly to mine. I could tell he was nervous in the way that he walked and talked non-stop, telling me to keep on going.

Soon we made it to Harry's room and Niall banged on the door as hard as he could with his fist.

A few seconds later Harry opened the door.

He stood there with a confused look on his face. "What are you doing?"

Niall didn't answer and pushed past Harry, still dragging me along.

Harry shut the door. "If you're looking for Liam he's in the Kitchen."

"We're not looking for him." Niall sighed. "We tried to go outside but the paps wouldn't let us. We just came in here for a second to try and get away."

Harry nodded. "Sorry- about you not going on a walk. You can try tonight, when nobody's out."

"We will."

Niall's P.O.V.

It had been at least an hour until I heard all the noise outside finally die down and we could leave.

I had asked Mariah multiple times if she just wanted to turn around and go back into my room, just in case paps found us again.

Mariah refused though and told me that we should keep on walking, so of course, we did.

So now we had just stepped outside the building and made our way to the beach- which I had learned wasn't very far from the flat.

It only took us about half a mile to get there, and then we walked down to the shoreline.

With it being dark we were both cautious about getting too close into the water.

"So, when you planning on going back?" Mariah asked.

"What'd ya mean? Back to the concerts and all that?"

"Yeah. Like back to England, Ireland, wherever else you guys go.."

"Few days. Why, you tired of me?" I asked with a small grin. Mariah chuckled and looked up at me.

"Tired of you? I still can't get over the fact that I met you."

After a few moments of silence Mariah spoke again. "Like, you have no idea how it feels- loving a person for so long but they don't even know you. Well, the real you. Like everytime you think about them or talk about them there's that feeling that you feel kind of happy that you can at least imagine yourself with them but you're so sad because you know it will never happen, and it's horrible, because you love them so much, and then," Mariah sighed. "They didn't even know who you were."

I looked down at her. "I know exactly how that feels."

"Yeah? With who?" Mariah looked as if she knew she didn't even have to ask the question to know the answer because she knew it.

"You, Mariah. I loved you for so long and I fell in love with you more everyday we talked but you didn't know who I was."

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There wasn't much more that we had said- there wasn't much more that we needed to say.

It just seemed like the fact that we were beside each other was enough to fill the silence.

Soon we had walked back to our flat and Mariah had said she had gotten a text from her mum that she had to be home. I had offered to drive her but Mariah refused and left- of course, after a hug and a goodbye.

I sat down on the couch, flipped on the television, and unlocked my phone to find 2 unread messages from Mariah.

Mariah: hey babe :)

Mariah: im home if ya wanna talk

Me: heyyy!!:)

Me: wyd?

Mariah: nothin much.. im pretty cold. should i set myself on fire to keep warm?

Me: Do it.

Mariah: ok

Me: you're not seriously gonna do it are ya?

Mariah: h no

Me: oh ok

Mariah So. hooowwwsss your prosthetic?

Me: why are we talking about this?

Mariah: just wondering how it is

Me: well i dont have one. You know that.

Mariah: mhhm. okay.

Me: this isn't funny!

Mariah: right.

Me: didnt even relate to th subject anyway!

Mariah: oh. i see.

Me: why ya keep replying like that?

Mariah: mmmhhm.

Me: what?

Mariah: Oooo-kay.

Me: Ok. Goodnight.

Mariah: alriight.

Me: love ya

Mariah: yyeep.

--A/N--

SO.

IT's been like a year since I updated...

Literally..

Sorry, bad joke, moving onnn now.