When Someone Stops Loving You (Narry AU)

Chapter 1

"If the whole world was watching I'd still dance with you, drive highways and byways to be there with you, over and over the only truth everything comes back to you" I sing on the stage for the crowd of people, maybe listening, maybe not. I had played the song I wrote for a number of my friends and then my family, just to make sure it was actually good and not just my feelings blinding me. I guess those feelings don't mean a lot anymore. They're just memories now.

     "You still make me nervous when you walk in the room, them butterflies they come alive when I'm next to you, over and over the only truth" Everything these days seems to make me think of him. I would like to think this would've been our song. In a way maybe it is.

"Everything comes back to you." I finish and hear the slight applause through the ringing in my ears. I walk off the stage after packing up my guitar and find my mates by the bar.

"Aye, Nialler, good show." My friend Liam says maybe a little tipsy.

"Thanks, mate. Hey, I'm gonna head home now, you gonna be alright?" I ask shifting my guitar from my hand to my back using the backpack-like straps.

Liam puts a hand on my shoulder, signaling that he doesn't think I should go home so soon. Things have been different with me since him. I haven't been too up to partying. In fact, the only reason I came out tonight was because my friends finally convinced me to play for an audience. Which I fulfilled my duties, therefore, I can now leave and go back to my apartment. "I'll be fine mate, but I think you should stay. Live a little." He says with a slight smirk.

"I have to work tomorrow, Liam, I can't," I reply hoping he'll let me go.

"Alright, next time though, yeah?"

"Yeah, next time." Hopefully, I never get convinced to come here again.

After making it out the exit, it's like I can breathe clearly again. There are so many memories in there it drowns me.

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There's a picture in my flat of Yankee Stadium in New York. I went to New York with my, well now ex-boyfriend, and that was one of the only souvenirs we brought back. He figured it would look nice in my flat. With the preexisting colors and such. The day we got back he hung it straight away since he knew I would never get around to it. Every time I look at the photograph I'm reminded of the time we spent in that ballpark and the laughs, and the love that we shared there. I still don't know what went wrong.

The picture is hung in my front hallway, so you have to pass it whenever you want to leave or come in. There's a little bench in that hallway across from the hung picture, for people to take off their shoes or put their bags or sit and stare at the wall decoration across the hall. I've done all those things. The bench isn't the most comfortable to spend long periods of time on, maybe I should get cushions. Maybe I should leave it how he set it up.

His name is all over my apartment. I moved in after we had been dating for two years, he helped me pick it out and decorate it. We decided on this flat for me because it wasn't too far from him, whether he be at work or home. That worked out well.

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Hi I'm back and have been thinking of this idea for a while.

I got the idea for this story from the song "When Someone Stops Loving You" by Little Big Town.

Thanks for reading!

Rebecca