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'Just like the old times..." the thought raced through Niall's mind so many times while a huge smile was upon his lips.

The bright spring sun shined right through the light colored curtains, filling the room with a warm, happy feeling. The room was also full of hearty laughs coming from five best buds. They were sprawled across the dimmed-grey carpet of an apartment, playing a well-known card game while chatting endlessly, and it was something the boys dearly missed. They wanted, even needed, a time to get together and just goof off, like old times before all of the drama of growing up took over.

All the boys had dozens of thoughts on their mind, so just being able to talk like regular teenagers brightened their spirits. Even though the boys were around one another pretty much every minute of every day, they missed each other. With the crazy life they've been having, it was hard to get some privacy just to say a few words. It had been so long since they had a time to just be boys, not some person who had to act mature because the whole world was watching their every move. But no cameras were around, and there wasn't a single interviewer in sight or a dedicated fan to interrupt the conversation the five boys were having.

As another burst of chuckles came about, Niall's eyes wandered across the old wooden grandfather clock carelessly stuck in the corner, swinging its metal pendulum back and forth.  Something about it made him do a double-take, making his playful eyes turn serious. There was something about the fancy numbers along the perfectly outlined circle that locked his gazed upon it. He bit his lower lip close to drawing blood, as well as furrowing his dark brows.

'What was I supposed to do at five o'clock?' he asked himself. He knew it was something quite important or he wouldn't be so worried about it. He searched through all the filing cabinets stored in his brain, trying to remember...

Then it hit him.

Niall's eyes widened in fear when he realized he had done something terribly, terribly wrong. He scrambled to his feet and snatched his messenger bag from the leather couch. He hopped on one foot, trying to stay balanced while he hurried to put on his shoes.

"Niall? Niall, what's wrong?" one of his friends asked him, a worried expression on his face.

"I got to go." Niall responded, racing to the front door, tripping over himself in the process.

"Niall, where are you going?" The others chimed in, getting off the floor quickly to catch up with him.

"I got to go!" Niall just simple shouted to them before slamming the door shut behind him with a loud bang.

Once Niall's feet reached the rusty concrete sidewalk, he dashed off and weaved his way among the crowds of random strangers. The city was full of outsiders because of the balmy weather, and the only way to get through was a couple of shoves along with "excuse me's", "pardon me's", and "sorry's". The thought of someone recognizing him appeared in his mind, but at that moment, he honestly didn't care. Once he was clear out of the way of people, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. His breathing turned labored and uneven. His heart pounded so hard in his chest that he felt it was going to burst.

'You're not going to make it Niall.' His betraying mind seemed to of whisper to him. The thought made his vision cloudy of tears that were about to spill down his flushed cheeks.

'Just give up now. It won't be worth it in the end." Niall wouldn't come to face it.

When he arrived at his final destination, he yanked his keys from his bag. His fingers fumbled with the shiny metal, trying to get his hands to stop shaking so he could actually open the door. He opened it abruptly, and closed it to a sight he'd rather not see.

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