The name of a lover that can't be forgotten is hell, for Amy it's a constant reminder, too often than usual as she dated Niall Horan. What's bound to happen when he's come back and she's not trying to find love again?
I'd never grown used to the feeling I got when I reunited with him after he'd been on tour, or when he kissed me, or even when we simply locked gazes from across the room. But maybe that was for the better.
Because then maybe it wouldn't be so hard to forget them when I broke up with him.
A short story about a long relationship, saying no without meaning it, and that bloody little number 7.