Being Told You're Beautiful

Food > everything.

Niall's POV

My phone flashed in front of me. I was receiving a call. It was just too far away for me to see who it was, so I left it.

Too much effort.

And I was eating.

Food > everything

It rang again. This time I presumed it was voicemail.

Groaning, I pulled myself up from my rather comfy position sprawled on the sofa to check the offending portable device.

'ONE NEW VOICEMAIL' it flashed up. Score for Nialler.

I hit loudspeaker as I returned to my lounging.

"Hi Niall. "

I caught my breath. I didn't recognise that voice. Had someone got my number? But then it would be everywhere. I knew everyone on my contact list personally. Apart from Hane. And I would have met her today if she hadn't stood me up.

It continued after a pause, presumably the girl was figuring out what to say.

"You're probably wondering who this is."

It sounded partly upset and partly tired. Pretty stressed overall.

"Well, it's me. Hane.

I'm sorry I never came on time today. It's - well, it's - complicated.

My phone ran out of charge, otherwise I would have told you.

I'm sorry. You did see me, before you got bombarded.

Well, you looked like you did.

And I was just calling you to apologise and that I am very sorry and hope that we can meet again sometime?

The llamas say hello too.

Please don't be mad at me."

It clicked off and went to the automated voice lady. I was stunned.

She had some nerve. But then, I would have done the same I reckon.

I didn't know what to think.

I didn't know what to do.

I didn't know who to talk to about this.

Liam and Zayn were the only ones who knew.

Liam would scoff and tell me how she obviously wasn't worth my time and go on this whole motivational speech thing.

Zayn would simply say something philosophical.

I suppose I could tell the others, but I would rather not.

She felt like my secret.

She was mine.

And so I left it to mull over in my mind whilst I returned to my guitar.

Maybe a wee song writing session would help me sort out my feelings.

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I'm sorry.

I'm sorry it's so late. School is stressful, horrible, hilarious, brilliant, horrible, hard and indescribable.

And then sometimes, on rare occasions I have a social life.

So I'm sorry.

Please don't eat me, I want to see it snow this year.