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Moments •NH•
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Ongoing, First published Apr 21, 2017
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It's the little moments in life that truly shape our lives. That one argument makes you see him in a different way, changing your opinion of him forever. Those late night cuddles teach us how to receive comfort. That late night conversation helps you realize who she truly is, and you begin to see your future in her.

It's the little moments that teach us who, when, how to love. They make us stop in our tracks, double over, leave our heads spinning, and that one person is the only one who can set us straight again. 

He's a twenty-three-year-old pop star who has it all and then some. He enjoys beer, football, singing, and especially the single life. Until he meets her, that is. 

She's a twenty-four-year-old hardworking single mom who enjoys fashion, spending time with her daughter, and her job. She sees no point of having a man in her future, she's doing just fine on her own. Until she meets him, that is. 

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"And at that moment, everything seemed to stop. It was just her and I and the rest of the world. My love for her was all-consuming. That little moment was the moment I knew that I had jumped with a running start. I just hoped she would catch me."
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I looked down at my stomach. A small bump was beginning to form, only if he knew. "Please don't go." I pleaded "I've wanted to do this forever, don't you want me to be happy?" He said grabbing his packed bag I sat on the bed we share in my apartment. Well the bed we did share, until he left. "Please, Niall. I love you." I begged "I love you too, but we're still so young and I know I'll make it far." I shook my head wishing I could wake up and see that this was all a dream, a nightmare at that "Niall I..." I trailed off, I was proud of Niall, I supported this, I supported it until I found out I was carrying our kid. 16 and pregnant, he'd leave me anyways, what would be the point in telling him? "Have some faith in me." He dropped his bag by the bedroom door and walked over to me, giving me the slightest bit of hope, he grabbed my face and kissed me "Bye, I hope I'll see you again." and he returned to his bag...leaving me.