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.
