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There it was, the notebook, lying innocently on Niall's desk, which was scattered with pieces of paper crumbled up. The battered jade cover had some new injuries on it, and a few pages hung out from the thick notebook. Before I could process what I was even doing, I took the notebook up in my hands, a few pages falling out from it in the process. What caught my eye was my name written neatly on the top of one of them. I got hold of the page, which seemed to have been folded in and out many times.

For a moment, I forgot about the fact that Niall wasn't here, though his mum said so, he had disappeared. My gazed was fixed upon the page as I sat down on Niall's small bed to read:

MADDIE

That girl. She made me want to scream out loud. We have known each other for more than a month now. People say that if you love someone for more than three or four months then you are screwed.

But, I think I have already fallen for her.

But again, she is so oblivious to my smiles aimed at her, and my frantic glances during class. No, she doesn't notice them at all. But I notice her, and her beautiful eyes, her brunette hair, her cherry lips. Kissing them was wonderful. I wanted her, I wanted her more.

But being the dumbass guy I have been throughout my entire life, I haven't even dared to make a move. Little does she know, that me knowing her dates back to a long time ago, even before she was aware of my existence on this planet.

But me falling for her was when she scooted towards me that noon under the lamppost and when she introduced herself in that sweet voice of hers. That was when I was sure of it, sure that I love her. I had been admiring her from a distance since we moved here, looking at how she always glanced around in the morning for the school bus. I still remember how energetic the girl looked when I first saw her, in the The Script concert a year ago. I had already memorised her beautiful features, but fate constricted me from talking to her. Then fate tested me again, when we moved.

I just hope fate works this one time.

I love Madeleine, and how my name rolls out so smoothly from her slim lips.

-N. J. H.

I was so fucking shocked. My eyes landed on yet another note, which looked more fresh than the others:

June 09, 2014:

• sneak out thru the back porch; go t the lakeside;

• tell m bout how i feel

• if i cant find her/ it doesnt wrk out: commit plan b

The note, written today, seemed as if it was scrawled in with a hurry.

"commit plan b"

Without further thinking, I rushed out of Niall's room and through the front door even before Mrs. Horan could speak a word.