After another 3 hours, I almost starved to death so here I am, sitting on Louis while he eats his sandwich, and yes, I made it.
Liam notices the awkward silence and decides to start conversation "So Niall"
Stomach. Churning.
"How many songs did you write on the new album?"
Oh no.
"Uh..." He says. His voice. That voice I hadn't heard (sober) for over 3 years. I felt like I was about to explode.
I just stood up, emotionless and left the room in the middle of Nialls next sentence, which I had no idea what he was saying. Falling onto the bed backwards so I was watching the ceiling fan go around.
That was the voice that I said 'I love you' every night.
That was the voice that asked me to be his on that date at the Italian restaurant.
That was the voice that comforted me every time I cried.
That was the voice of the boy I loved and I lost him.
I grabbed the pillow and held it against my face tightly before screaming my lungs out. I felt relief just by emptying my lungs into a piece of fabric filled with those oh-so-fluffy duck feathers.
I only had one question to ask myself, but that question is one of the biggest I have ever asked myself:
Why do I still feel like this?
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Forgotten- a Niall Horan fanfiction
FanfictionBrooke goes half-way around the world, escaping her cougar of a mother with her best friend, Abby. When she gets to summer camp, she makes friends, loses friends, and finds love along the way. But what will happen when the man of her dreams leaves h...
