Drunk
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Torn, that's what I could feel from him. He was drunk, real drunk. I had to do something. I couldn't just leave him and let him wander around the streets being this drunk. "Here we are." Being told where he lived and driving him there was quite a task but we eventually made it. I knocked on the door, seeing that there was somebody home, his guardian maybe. But I got a shock of my life from the person who now stood in front of me. Was this some kind of sick joke? Or else why would Niall Horan of One Direction be standing in front of me, in some unknown guy's house?
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“From every single person who has hurt me, I never expected the worst to be from you.” Tears escape my eyes. I don’t think I can ever forget this day. “I’m so, so sorry.” He looks down. “It’s done. It is over.” “What do you mean?“ His eyes were red. Very red. It was breaking both of us apart. “The spaces between us is deep… so deep that none of us could reach for each other anymore.” I breathe. “So then?” “Let’s just end it all here.” _______________________________ Update 11/11/15: This is a completed story. I will be editing the entire book starting from today! SEQUEL IS UP!

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