Picking Up The Pieces *Sequel to NHRFG*

Part 1- Face The Music

Hello again! I'm sure you all remember me, Emberly Mitchell's? No? Well, let me refresh your memory. I went to London for a couple of weeks, fell in love with One Directions' Niall Horan... And now, it's six years later. And I realized, there is one person, I forgot to mention.. My sister, Leah Mitchell's. She was never really part of my life. But now, she's a BIG part. She's also a pretty big part of someone else's life, as of now. Who, you ask? Well, you'll just have to wait and see.

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ED'S POV
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BRIING! Goes my British flag cased iPhone.

I get up from my position on my balcony and place my guitar to the side carefully. I got it from Taylor, the finest guitar company in the world. Well actually Niall Horan of One Direction got 2 personally sent ones so he gave one to me, but whatever.

I've been busy writing songs about experiences with my ex, Melanie R. Westland. She gave me a broken heart. But her heartlessness, gave me a best selling album, several multi platinum songs and celebrity friends I never thought I'd have.

I should thank her... sometime, someday...

Haha. NOT.

I press the little green button on my screen without checking the caller ID. Could be a crazy, stalker fan. I don't give a shit.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ed!"

"Harold Edward Styles?"

"Please call me Harry!"

"SORRY just used to it... So what's up mate? It's been forever since we've talked."

"well, I was actually calling to invite you to our Christmas party, this Saturday!"

"Oh, right! You and Your wife? I heard you have a little girl now, is that right? I would've came by but I've been in and out of the country so much I can hardly keep up!"

"It's fine.. And yeah, our little girl Darcy and the other named Emma. So would you be able to come? It would be the whole group, plus my family and hers."

"Yeah I'd love to come! What time should I be there?"

"Uhh...-" I heard some whispering on the other end. Probably confirming with his wife, I thought. "- five o'clock? We want everything to be done early, with the little ones and all."

"Sounds good! Okay, I'll see you 'round, bye."

"Bye mate."

We hung up, and I started strumming my guitar again, to a more familiar beat this time.

I started singing along, everything else around me disappearing.

"I found your hairband on my bedroom floor,

The only evidence that you've been here before

And I don't get waves of missing you anymore,

They're more like tsunami tides in my eyes

Never getting dry, so I get high, smoke away the days never sleep with the light on

Weeks pass in the blink of an eye,

And I'm still drunk at the end of the night

I don't drink like everybody else,

I do it to forget things about myself,

Stumble and fall with the head spin I got

My mind's with you but my heart's just not

So am I close to you anymore, if it's over