Why Me?

Long-Distance

Abrielle's POV

"Babe!" I called out, my hands roaming around, trying to search my boyfriend. My eyes were covered with a red bandanna. I kept walking, then bumped into something. "Oomf." I heard.

"Now you can see." I took the bandanna and gasped. I was in the middle of the streets of New York, my hometown. The street was abandoned as the lights were shown everywhere. I grinned and looked up at my 1-year-long boyfriend, Nathan.

"I love you, babe. I'm gonna miss you, really. We'll make this work. I promise." he smiled, his hand gently grabbing my chin. He ducked his head down and pressed his lips onto mine. I smiled into the kiss.

See, let me explain. I've lived in New York since I was a baby. It's the place where I was born, basically. My mom told me the we were going to move to England because her company is moving over there. I had told Nathan and we promised that we were going to stay together. "A long-distance relationship?!" You're thinking, huh? We love eachother and we can't be separate.

He broke the kiss and reached his hand into his pocket. He pulled out a black box. I gasped.

"Babe, I-" I got cut off by him putting his index finger over my lips. "I know you're thinking. Gone thinking that I'm gonna propose to you. It's only a promise ring, baby." he explained. He opened the box and twinkled the tying in the oh so bright light.

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"I'M HOME!" I yelled. "In the kitchen!" I heard my moon call out. I walked to the kitchen as I heard a crash. I ran around the island and there was my mom, picking some silverware up. "Oh, honey. How was it?!" my mom asked me, excitedly. I chuckled as I sat on a stool. "It was nice." I said, twirling my ring. My mom gasped.

"My baby, are you getting married? We're ab-" "Mom, mom, mom, mom. No. It's a promise ring." I said to her before she was about to faint. "Oh. I wasn't going to England alone." she said. I frowned and excused myself to go to bed.

I put on my favourite pair of maroon-colored sweatpants and a black v-neck. I slipped under the covers and fell into a deepful sleep.

I walked on the comfy grass. I felt my hand holding onto something. I looked down at it and I was clutching on an 'Arizona: Mucho Mango'. Tori Kelly's 'Rocket' vibrated in my ears. I smiled. I walked and looked up to the sky. I feel down and sighed. I grinned and feel asleep.

I opened my eyes and found myself in my room. I sat up and shook my head to wake up. It was a dream. A dream from when I was 13. I've always had it. Every single night.

I sat up and my mom burst in the room. "Honey, hurry up. We have to be at the airport in 2 hours. I left you Starbucks downstairs." I smiled at her and scurried off. I got to my bathroom and found my outfit. I took off my sweats and shirt and got in the shower. I scrubbed myself clean and wrapped my body in a towel. I dried my hair and my body and slipped on my grey v-neck, a pair of denim jeans, and my purple Vans. I wrapped a purple scarf around my neck. I put my hair up in a messy bun and quickly applied on foundation, blush, liquid eyeliner, and lip balm.

I walked downstairs and grabbed my Iced White Chocolate Mocha. I took a quick sip and put it in the freezer. I sat on the kitchen counter and dialed Nathan. It rung 3 times and went to voicemail. I tried again, but he didn't answer. Maybe he was just taking a shower.

I got on Twitter and followed my brand new 5 followers, equaling my followers to 24. Most One Direction fans. I liked them. I wasn't one of those obsessed fans that stalks them 24/7. I just liked them.