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Lost And Found

Chapter 22

My eyes burned, my head was heavy, and I truly felt like cutting my limbs off to get the extra weight on my body away. I didn't know what was happening to me, but I felt incredibly sick. Shakily moving my hand, I pushed the covers off my body and proceeded to get up, a long groan left my lips as I did so.

Glancing at my surroundings, I remembered that I was still at Caleb’s place. He must think that I was nothing more than a bother, I mean, first he got injured on his head because of me and now he had to take care of me like some sort of babysitter.

Niall still wasn’t around. As the thought flashed through my mind, I felt like going back to sleep and never waking up again. The image of his face was still so clear within my head; the pained expression as he saw me in the hospital, the look of relief he gave me when I woke up… It was all so fresh; none of these memories did ever start to fade.

I felt like a piece of luggage that didn’t get picked up by its owner, the emotion of being useless entered my mind further with each day that passed. Day twenty-two. It has been over three weeks now. I didn’t go to college since I left my apartment and as previously mentioned, Caleb shouldn’t be taking care of me.

I should get up on my feet and work on things.

Taking a deep breath, I got up, folding the sheets of the bed nicely while taking some of my best clothes on. Since Caleb was gone most of the day, I decided to make myself useful and do the laundry and all that stuff. He was such a nice boy for letting me stay with him… And he never made any attempts either.

When I refused to tell him exactly what happened, he nodded understandingly instead of kicking me out. I mean, he had all the rights to do so. Either way, he treated me well when he was at home, often trying to get my mind off things by spending time with me just anywhere. It was nice, but I was still an emotionally wrecked girl that lost everything she ever cherished.

Of course, he tried to convince me to go back to college, but I seriously couldn’t. I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything. But now that I thought about it, maybe it was time for me to get my life in order. Then again, how long could I live like this without Niall?

 He had made a huge impact in my life. He taught me about how amazingly wonderful, yet absolutely cruel it can be. He had opened my golden cave and tried to teach me how to fly on my own. Even if I ever moved on, I would never forget him. The hope of seeing him ever again was small, but still present.

Getting dressed and doing my hair and makeup properly the first time in weeks, I decided to go out. Eyeing myself in the mirror, I noticed that I had gotten pale, and my skin had lost its natural glow. Trying to get it back by smearing several beauty utensils onto my visage, I worked on the rest and forced a smile on my features, ready to face the world with a seemingly strong demeanor.

It was summer time, semester break was approaching and even in London the weather was pretty decent. I decided to wear a pair of mint colored capri pants, along with a white top with lacey T sleeves and vans with a sweet flower pattern.

I felt rather weird walking around like I hadn’t experienced the worst things in my life, but it was not as bad as I thought it’d be. I smiled at most people that passed me, earning smiles back. It was not because I was happy, but if I couldn’t make my own day, I at least wanted others to feel a little better. It might be that that was the only smile they will receive today.

When the hell did I become this positive?

I wasn’t sure, but it felt relieving.

As I walked further along the road, my eyes suddenly spotted a familiar car and I froze instantly, staring at the vehicle in disbelief while my limbs began to become shaky. It was a goddamn Audi. Maybe I was being paranoid, but as my eyes landed on the number plate, tears were close to escaping my eyes.

And then I saw him.

He walked towards the car, hands were stuffed into the pockets of his black jeans as he kept his head down, and his blonde quiff was gone. He had cut his hair, and only the brown roots were left. His expression was blank, and before I knew what was going on, I yelled out his name.

“Niall!”

His head snapped into my direction and when his blue eyes caught sight of me, a look filled with mixed emotions stained his face; I was the last thing he expected to see, I could see that. I didn’t care if he broke my heart, lied to me and made me lose all contact I had with my parents.

I. Loved. Him.

Never stopped, always will.

I cried heavily, running towards him and wrapping my arms around him in a tight embrace. I was a complete, utter fool. I should hate him for ruining my life, making me feel the worst I ever did, breaking my life apart, but I just couldn’t.

Would he still want me though?

His arms wrapped my figure in return, and I knew that that thought was needless. He held me tight, seemingly afraid of letting go as one of his hands was intertwined with my hair, pushing my head into his chest as he inhaled my scent; my tears stained his clothing as I dug my nails into his back.

I had my Niall back.

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