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Chapter 33

Michael:

Calling Irish Buddy🍑

Call Declined...

Liam:

Calling Nialler🎶..

Call Declined...

Luke:

Calling Hemmo.02...

Call Declined...

Calum:

Calling Beach Babe🎻...

Call Declined...

(Blah blah blah calls from the rest of the boys)

Nialls Pov ( don't get used to the Povs)

As i stood atop of the roof of the apartment building where Shawn lived, at the very edge of the roof I checked my phone one last time. I opened my phone to the lock screen which is a picture of me and Shawn performing on stage together.
A small tear falls down my face. I put in my password, the date me and Shawn first met and it opened to my home screen. The picture of Shawn in the shower, another 2 tears fall down my face. I check my messages and see 38 from Harry, 32 from Ashton, 65 from Liam, 27 from Luke, 18 from Louis, 45 from Michael, 67 from Zayn & 47 from Calum.

I quickly check my missed calls and see 54 from Liam, 76 from Luke, 24 from Zayn, 46 from Calum, 83 from Michael, 86 from Louis, 53 from Ashton, 76 from Harry and from Shawn?! Shawn?! Did someone take his phone?

I see they all left almost 50 voicemails each exept for Shawn,or whoever has Shawns phone, left 1 voice mail

I click on the voicemails from Shawn and I hear his beautiful, calming, raspy voice.

"Niall, my angel. Come back to me, I Love You" and that's all.

That little sentence has me running back off the roof and all the way down the stairs and all the way to my car. I quickly hope in and start the car and drive to the hospital. As soon as I get ther I park my car and run up to Shawns floor. In the waiting room I see al my friends staring at me either shock through the tears in their eyes as I run past them too and all the way to Shawns room. I slam the door open snd see Shawn sitting upright, looking straight into my eyes.

"Shawn!!! Oh my god! Your awake! Your alive! Oh my, Shawn!" Is all I mange to say before bursting into tears.

"Come here baby"

I walk to Shawns hospital bed and climb in beside him carefully so I don't hurt him.

As I cry I feel his arms wrap around me gently but firmly, holding me close as I take in that's he is actually here with me right now.

"I Love You Niall"

I look up at him, my chin resting on his hard chest.

"I Love You Shawn"

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Harry Edward Fucking Styles! Do you want to fucking die?!
Stop Fookin hurting Tessa for fucks sake you asshole!!!
YOU left her! She found YOU with another girl wearing YOUR shirt! And she can't fucking talk to another guy?! Harold I fucking hate you bitch! I would've slapped ur face so hard you're be seeing stars for months and walked the fuck away!

If you guys couldn't tell ik OBBSESSED with After. I'm currently on After 3 and Harry is pissing me off.

And if any of u r crazy and think I'm talking about the real Harry, I'm only talking about the Harry in After. Kk?

Kissy💋