I drop my bags onto the floor of my flat. I'm back in London now. The tour was over 3 days ago. It was magnificent turn out. So many supporters we have. I walk to the living room, and turn on the t.v. It's been 2 months since I seen her. I refuse to say her name, the boys think I'm crazy. But, I'm keeping myself sane by not thinking of her. The last twitter post I seen was the day I posted mine.
"@y/t/n something's are better left unsaid..."
For some reason, I say it everyday. I miss her everyday. It hurts, but I'll manage.
I sit on my bed, and sigh. I miss her like crazy. Is this normal? I walk around the flat, I start to feel bored.
I get a message from Niall.
From: Ireland's Bitch(:
Yo! The lads are thinking of hitting up Vegas this weekend. You down?
To: Ireland's Bitch(:
We just got back from Tour, are you sure?
From: Ireland's Bitch(:
Fo' Sho. We're all 21 now anyways. Well apart from Harry. C'mon, you're going.
To: Ireland's Bitch(:
Fine. I'll meet y'all at the airport. C ya then.
I don't know what I'm getting myself into. I run my hands through my messy hair, and stare at my laundry. I hate packing, and unpacking. I might as well start somewhere. A weekend in Vegas?
What will be the possiblities of meeting a new girl? A lot!
I start doing my laundry, and I unpack. I order take out, and wait patiently. I turn to the TV. I realize tomorrow will be three months I haven't see her. What the flip? Three months, and I really thought it was 2.
Mind blowing. I decide to tweet some fans back. And update a new tweet about Vegas.
Who was I sulking about again? I don't remember.
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When I First Met You (Zayn Fanfic) (COMPLETED)
FanficZayn receives a interesting fan mail. What he finds inside is unbelievable. Did the fan send it by mistake? Or did she intended to? And what will Zayn do with it? Will he find her to give it back to her personally? Or read it.
