time to begin [n.h]

twenty-two; fired

It's been two full week since I broke up with Liam and 3 days since Niall found out. I haven't spoken to Liam since that day when I broke up with him, not even a single text. A few days ago I started planning that I would text him but I don't think that's good enough so I need to find a time to get to his flat.

Should I just do it now? Now that I think about it, I have nothing planned for the day. But at the same time I don't want to intrude on his personal life... Fuck it. I'm going over. Besides, he might not even be there.

I stand up from the couch and go to my bedroom painted with grey paint, pictures and a quote saying "tell me how to feel like we did when we were young" so basically, my room looks very Tumblr.

Looking through my closet, I find something I haven't worn in a while. It's the grey sweatshirt I wore on the plane to London months ago. Since I can't just wear that, I slip a plain white t-shirt underneath it and blue jeans. I add a few more accessories like my red bicycle necklace I used to be obsessed with and a beanie.

I walk out the door minutes later and into the cold, London weather glad I decided to wear a coat, scarf, mittens and a beanie. The walk to his apartment was a bit long and it was even longer since I got stopped a few times for pictures and autographs.

Finally, I had arrived at Liam's apartment. It took me another few minutes to just get myself to knock on the door. I take a deep breath and the door opens, revealing Liam. He looks at me shocked before finally speaking with his eyes wide.

"Abigail..."

"Liam..." I bite my lip and my heart starts hurting again. Just now, I've noticed how much I missed him over the past week.

"I-uh, please, come inside."

I walk inside his apartment for the first time in a while. It still smells faintly of cinnamon and most importantly, Liam.

"Please don't tell Niall I came, he'd throw a fit."

"I haven't really been talking to him anyways."

"What? Why?" I ask, sitting down on the couch next to Liam so our legs are touching slightly. He bites his lip and blinks a few times.

"I-uh, never mind. Why did you come here?" He turns the question to me. I look down at my lap and play with my hands.

"I missed talking to you."

"But you have Niall to talk to," he snarls. "Sorry, that sounded nicer in my head."

"It's alright. But you're different and I got used to talking to you every day."

"I missed you,"

And at that, I started crying again. The guilt has been killing me.

"I'm sorry, please don't cry." He says before wiping away my tears with his thumb, holding my face in his hands so I'm looking up at him.