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"hi Niall, it's Hannah. Again. I wish you'd answer my calls, my texts, or just communicate with me. like at all. I don't even know if you're okay, do you know how worried I am? Or how much I need to tell you? This is getting really frustrating." a deep breath. "Anyway, call me back. or not. I- I miss you."
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It's been one month since I last saw Niall. Or even spoken with him.
I still remember his face so vividly. I saw the heartbreak in his eyes, while I tried to forget the way my heart felt when he told me he was in love with me. Or when he tried to at least. But it was so hard to forget, and by the first week I was already calling him. I was so accustomed to the ringing that I just let it become a background noise. With every unanswered text to him, I felt more and more pathetic. But I kept trying, I couldn't live with myself to think that I had let him go so easily. I had everything I ever wanted and it slipped from my fingertips, just as I had once been so afraid of.
My days felt so dismal without my best friend by my side, no matter how hard I tried to distract myself with work, I always expected him to waltz through the door, to come back into my arms. As if nothing had happened.
He didn't, obviously.
As much as I tried to distract myself , I found myself growing more and more distant with the people who mattered most. By the end of the month, I had grown so frustrated of it all. I needed to stop sulking over someone, I needed to do something more drastic at least.
I have been avoiding driving by his house ever since that night, doing so would have felt like an invasion of privacy. He needed his space after all. But now it was time I got answers.
The drive to his home was too familiar to bear, I couldn't count the amount of times I went this route, where he was waiting happily for me to arrive . It was eerie to think that I haven't been this way for so long, and that he wouldn't be so happy to see me.
I took a deep breath, and rounded the corner. His Nashville place was a huge 3 bedroom bricked house, in the midst of a friendly neighborhood. We liked to joke that he had so many rooms to fill up with kids with his future wife. The joke wasn't really funny anymore.
I parked my car in front, my usual parking spot, but before I could take the keys out of my ignition, I gasped.
I sat there and stared for what seemed like almost five minutes before blinking, holding back tears.
Parked in his driveway, was Liz's car.
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Romanceniall was her safe haven, the boy hannah counted on when life didn't seem to go her way. They knew each other better than they even knew themselves. or so they thought. harry couldn't have come into her life than in a better moment. With her recent...
