I threw all of the hoodies I had of his in the laundry basket and pulled my clothes from the closet as Niall worked silently beside me. I had cried the whole flight home and I was just cried out. Besides calling Niall when I landed, my phone's been shut off in my backpack.
We were okay when I called. The whole confrontation about my parents never existed and in all honesty I was completely fine with that. Niall wasn't pushing me to go talk to them, so I decided to leave it where it was.
We had spent the last two hours sorting through mine and Louis’ stuff. We hadn't talked much mostly because I stopped answering Niall. He got the hint and stopped talking about pointless things to keep my mind busy and just grabbed what he knew was mine.
I wanted to sleep. I was exhausted from trying to explain the very simple break up to multiple people, on top of crying and the flight.
“Are you okay?” Niall asked after I had left my key in the house and locked the knob before closing it. “That's fucking stupid. I know you aren't but-”
“It's what he needs,” I shrugged. “It wouldn't be fair for me to fight him on this.” We got in his car and I sighed. “I'm doing the right thing.”
“For you?” Niall asked. I nodded, leaning back in the seat, staring at his house. “Okay,” he whispered before driving off. “If you're sure.”
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FanfictionHarry Styles is just a seventeen year old junior. He doesn't expect much out of the year, but his seventh hour history teacher manages to change all that.
