Over Again (One Direction Fan Fiction-Sequel).

Chapter 3.The only thing I want is to get you back.

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1 day since I saw Derek.

It hurt me to reject Harry, but it was the right thing to do. I couldn’t fall again; I couldn’t let him see I was still in love with him. However, everything was just so hard. And well, then there was Derek. That day I met him at the supermarket I didn’t think he was a nice guy. But I’d changed my mind; I even had a ride with him in his motorbike. I couldn’t believe it, me, in a motorbike. I had a sandwich for dinner and went to bed. The next morning I woke up to the sound of my phone. It was Surfer Babe by McFly, Blair’s ringtone.

"Morning Blair."

"Did I wake you up?"

"Honestly, yes."

"Well, it doesn’t matter. I need to tell you something. I’ll be at your place in 10 minutes."

"But, Blair…"

I didn’t have time tos ay a word, she hung up the phone. I got up from bed and got dressed. A green t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I heard the bell rang. I opened the door, and Blair hugged me.

"Hey what’s up?", I asked.

"I… I… It’s…", she stuttered, almost crying.

"Ssh, sit down and relax."

She let me go and sat on the couch next to me. When I saw she was a bit more relaxed, I asked her what was going on, she was worrying me.

"What’s wrong Blair?"

"I’m leaving…"

"What?"

"I’m moving to another city."

"But what? Where?"

"Glasgow, in a week. The company wants my dad working there."

"You can’t leave me, what am I going to do without you?"

"The decision’s made."

"Shit…have you told Niall?"

"No, but..."

"You should tell him soon… how was it when you were in America with him?"

"Talking about that, there’s something you should know."

"Tell me."

"Harry wouldn’t stop talking about you, about everything you’d been through together."

"I don’t care about Harry."

"And how was your tour?", she asked, changing the subject.

"Great, one of the best experiences I’ve ever had. It was just incredible."

"Did you meet anyone?"

"Many people."

"Someone special?"

"Mmm no. But, do you remember that guy who was with me when you came to my concert?"

"The one with brown hair?"

"That one."

"Yes, I do remember."

"I rode his motorbike yesterday."