get this sorted.

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Niall's POV;

I dialed her number again and let it ring till it went to answering machine. Why won't she answer the god damn phone? I slammed my phone down on the table and threw myself down onto the couch. I ran my fingers through my hair in distress. I can't believe she would just leave me like that. after all we'd just been through. She woke up out of a coma only a two weeks ago for god sake! I don't even remember why she said we were over? Something about not being able to be together if your friends don't like me or something? What the hell is she on about? Maybe the hospital gave her something that made her a bit loopy?

"Niall mate, we've got to go soon." Louis said, popping his head round the door. I gave a small grumble. "Still not managed to get a hold of her?" he asked sympathetically. He sat down at the opposite end of the couch from me. I shook my head. "She'll come around."

"I don't even know why she left like that? No proper reason or anything?"

"Look, Niall. We've got a few days off next week. Book a flight and go visit her. Talk face to face. Don't give up calling her but its better talking in person. If you really love her don't let her go."

"Yeah your right. Thanks Lou." I said smiling weakly.

"Glad to be of your assistance." he replied cheekily and left the room, leaving me to think again.

I really need to get this sorted.

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