On February 23rd, 2012, the second show of the Take Me Home tour ended. Twitter temporarily shut down. The One Direction fandom went crazy. Danielle Peazer realized she still loved Liam Payne. Audrey Kane sat in an airport deciding her fate. Louis Tomlinson and Eleanor Calder realized they were wrong and Zayn Malik bought a ring for Kiani Miller. It's now fifteen years later, and everything has changed. They've moved on and grown up. But I didn't and Audrey didn't. She still has to see Liam everywhere. On T.V., on magazines, headlining the news, on ads, and everywhere else you could possibly imagine. She sees Liam, Danielle and their kids, smiling, seeming completely happy, as if she doesn't exist. As if I don't exist. He doesn't know me yet, but he will soon. By the way, my name is Delilah Payne.

I silently stared out the window. I had been here for three hours, just staring at the spot in the driveway that her white BMW had been parked next to my navy blue camero for three and a half years. For three fucking hours, I had tried to force at least one tear to fall, but the tears just weren't there. The usual sting of disappointment was gone. Willing your self to cry is impossible, just like forcing your self not to fall in love or just trying really hard not to. The girl who threw me a surprise birthday party, who has been through everything with me, who I used to think about everytime I sang, who told me she loved me... The girl that I was supposed to be madly in love with, walked out my door three hours ago. My phone started ringing in my hand and I contemplated picking it up. Still staring at the spot in my driveway, I answered. "Hello." I mumbled almost inaudible into the phone. The sentance that came out of Harry Styles mouth, made me drop my phone to the floor.