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*3 weeks later*

It was a late Friday evening when my door bell rang. I was home alone because Tyler was out somewhere with his friends and my dad and Carol had left earlier that day because they had won a weekend away in Weymouth in some radio competition. I was sat on my sofa, all cosy with my hoodie and blanket, eating a large tub of ice cream and watching Titanic. Evie was lying still next to me and I stroked her every so often. I had thought of inviting Liv over but I just didn't feel like it that night.

I groaned to myself when I heard the doorbell and pushed my blanket off my legs. I put my tub of ice cream on the coffee table before making my way to the front door. I shut the living room door behind me so Evie wouldn't come and bark. The tiles of the hallway made my feet cold and I wished I had worn socks. As I approached the door I squinted and looked through the little window in the door to see if I could make out who it was outside standing in the darkness but I couldn't. I kept asking myself who would come and nock on my door at 11:50 on a Friday night.

I unlocked the door and opened it slowly. A man stood there in a domino's uniform holding a one pizza box. He looked bored.

"One cheese pizza," he said in a monotone voice and shoved the box towards me.

"Oh um...I didn't order a pizza. You must have the wrong address," I said. He checked his device and his eyebrows drew together.

"Is this 67, the Boltons?" he asked, looking back at me.

I wanted to say no so he would leave and I could get back to my film but it was my address and I was confused, "Yeah. But I didn't order a pizza."

"I did," an Irish voice said from behind the pizza man. I could never mistake that voice. Niall ran up my drive in a sweatshirt and jogging bottems. He reached us and took the pizza out of the man's hands.

"That'll be £8.99," the man said.

"Keep the change," Niall said as he handed him £10 and walked inside my house. The pizza guy nodded and walked back to his car.

I hadn't seen Niall since my birthday party that happened 3 weeks ago. I had tried calling him a few times but most of the time he didn't pick up or the calls only lasted 5 minutes so after the first week I stopped trying. He'd said he'd been incredibly busy because him and the band had been starting to write songs for their new album. I didn't want to distract him to much from his work so I had eventually stopped calling him, hoping he would call me.

"What are you doing here? Why haven't you called me? Why did you order pizza?" I asked all in one go.

He laughed. I hadn't heard his laugh in so long it made me want to hug him forever.

"Let's just go into the living room, your legs have goose bumps on," he said as he stood back up from taking his shoes off. My legs did, in fact, have goose bumps on. I was wearing shorts but you could only see the very bottem of them because my hoodie was so big.

I walked back to the living room and quickly jumped onto the sofa to cover my legs with the blanket. Evie climbed onto my lap and I rubbed behind her ear just where she likes it. Niall put the pizza down on the coffee table next to my ice cream tub and sat down close to me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as soon as I felt his weight on the sofa.

"I wanted to see you. Is that not allowed?" he joked. I couldn't hold in my smile. I knew I looked like a crazy person for smiling so much at such a simple answer but I found it impossible not to.

I snuggled into him taking in his wonderful smell once again. His sweatshirt was soft and felt nice against my cheek.

"Are you gonna play the film or not?" Niall said. He didn't sound annoyed like anyone else would have.

I reached onto the table for the remote and clicked play. Rose had just cut Jack's handcuffs with an axe and they were trying desperately to get out of the sinking ship.

Why did he not call me? I thought he loved me. Why did he not call me? I thought he loved me. Why did he not call me? I thought he loved me.

The words played over and over in my head. I tried my hardest to focus on the film but I found it impossible. I started getting stressed and suddenly I needed to get away from Niall.

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