It was the beginning of summer and the boys were on their tour in America. Niall and I would text whenever he could. But there was this one day that something seemed off. He wasn't answering much and I was only getting one word answers. Having him away for so long was already painful, but this was making it worse. When I was thirteen I was diagnosed with depression. Niall was the only person that made everything seem okay. He finally text me back and said that we should break up. He said he was only hurting me more by not being here. His words stabbed at my heart and I never answered another text from him. I sat in my room alone for days. My parents were worried about me. Everyone was. But to make a long story short, I knew I had to get over him. Or fake it. I spent the rest of the summer with friends and got into smoking. It calmed my nerves. By the end of the summer I stopped because I knew it wasn't good for me. I started again when I found out the boys were coming home. Well I think I caught you guys up, so I'll just let the story go from here.
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Your Greatest Mistake
FanfictionBreakups suck enough, especially when the whole world can read about yours in a magazine. Copyright: tylarshaye Don't steal please? Thanks c:
