Him

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The drive home was about 15 minutes

considering that I went to the frozen

yogurt shop and stayed there for an

hour and by the time I left it was

almost 1 am. I took the elevator to my

room and opened the door. I threw the

keys and bag on the table and took my

heels off. That was the worst business

dinner ever. My "boyfriend" is now

engaged to that thing and I'm here

being broken as always. After Niall

"died", I was mute for years and would

cry every minute. Then I met this one

guy named David who was like him in

every way but he wasn't him. Then he

left me for someone better, which

broke me apart. Just remembering

these things kill me. I go in the

bathroom and wash my face and

remove the makeup and I feel 100

times lighter. I remove my clothes and

put them away and put on pj shorts

and one of Niall's old t-shirts. His scent

remained on the shirt after all these

years. I smile after taking in his smell.

He is perfect.

His smile, his warmth, his eyes, his

laugh.

Him.

In the process of remembering

everything, I hear a crash from the

living room. I grab a bat from my room.

I turn off all the lights and tip toe into

the living room. "Hello?" I whisper. I

feel strong arms around my waist and a

hand covering my mouth. I start

struggling from being in this persons

grip"Shh. It's ok." I instantly stop

struggling when I hear the familiar

accent. How did he get in here? But it

doesn't matter.

He's here and that's all that matters.

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