“Is she dead? I think she’s dead,” someone said in a very, very British accent. “She’s not dead Louis, the doctors just gave her some medicine to make her sleep,” another boy’s voice said. “Do you think that’s her natural hair color?” a third voice asked. This one I could barely understand. There was a lilt to his voice that I just couldn’t put my finger on. “I don’t know Niall, why don’t you ask her when she wakes up?” someone replied sarcastically. Someone sighed, I was guessing Niall. “Her hair’s so, blond,” a boy said. “It’s okay Harry, we know you fancy blondes,” Louis said. “Just because I slept with that one blond girl does not mean I’m into blon-” “But she is pretty,” one of the voices said. I had lost track. “Yeah. She’s very pretty,” Harry murmured.

He leaves and doesn't call, doesn't text, doesn't anything. So much for I love you Lucy and always will. Ha. Why was I so stupid? Why did I believe that idiot? Oh yeah because that "idiot" happened to be my best friend. Niall Horan. But everything changes when I find out, he's coming back. Back to Mullingar. Back to his house next door. And worse back to me.