This Number

Eyes Closed

                

    --    Once in a Lifetime : One Direction

Eyes Closed

-- Niall Horan

 

         "YOU know, this is bull," he growled, smacking his fist against the marble table.

         "this always happens to me," he cried, suddenly emotional. his constant mood swings scared his mates, making them worried for his health.

        "niall.." liam tried to soothe, reaching out for the emotional boy, but niall refused to be comforted. 

        "let go!" he shouted, rushing to his room. his breathing seemed to pick up, his vision blurred as the tears build up. this always happened to him, nothing ever went in his favor. he can't help but think back to the times when they made no mistakes, when they lived happily and safely. so safely. no one was hurt, no tears of sadness were shed and they were side by side, holding each other. 

        niall started sobbing now, collapsing face-first onto his bed. whenever he closes his eyes, all he sees is her smiling face, the magic between them, everything seeming so right; everything aligned and in it's place. but then he opens his eyes and faces reality and the fact that nothing is aligned and in it's place. everything is messed up and it's all because of her absence. there's no more magic there. 

        it scares him to think that the only way he can relive that life is through his dreams. the only way he can hear her voice and see beautiful, breathtaking smiles and feel happy again. what scares him even more is the thought of not being able to have that again. to not be able to have happiness again. i guess it's only a once in a lifetime chance -- or at least that's what he believes.

        niall, frustrated, rolled to his side, his hand reaching for his black iphone. he lightly placed his thumb over the home button, quickly unlocking the phone with his fingerprint. the dial pad was the first thing to appear. he quickly typed in the number he knew by heart, but he didn't press the green call button. no, he just blankly stared at the digits, his mind racing with questions and curiousness. 

        of course she won't answer, you idiot. she can't. he angrily shut off the screen, throwing the phone across his bed, hearing a thump as it landed somewhere on his bed. all of this and his anger wore him out, making him tired. niall's body found it's way under the covers, his head a top a pillow. his eyes drooped and he easily closed his eyes, immediately being met with images of her. 

        but all he could think of before slipping into happy and peaceful dreams, was how much he really fucking hated himself for not being able to call this number.

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sad niall makes a sad leah and a sad leah makes a sad niall chapter and a sad niall chapter makes sad yous and sad yous makes sad wtf ok, but leave me yo thoughts dawgs . peace ! (pls ignore me) dont shoot me if there are any mistakes, don't you know i'm human, tooooooo.