I Wish

Chloe and Liam have been dating since they first met at a meet and greet. When she opens her laptop one day, she sees a picture of him kissing another girl. What is going on? What will happen to the boy she loves? Is it possible that they might be over forever?


2. Hanging Up


Chloe's POV:

I sat on the couch, twiddling my painted fingers, hearing the ring echo through my ear. I was about to hang up and give everything up when I heard his voice. My heart stopped for a second, and I couldn't tell what the right thing to say was. I had been rehearsing this moment for.. forever. And now, the words just didn't seem to be able to flow. My eyes flooded with tears and I tried not to sniffle. I opened my mouth to speak, but I looked down at the screen, a teardrop hitting the pixilated images. I used my shaky thumb and pressed end, before throwing my white iPhone across the room, so it hit the magenta wall at the other end.    What the heck did I just do? It was the first time I heard him speak to me in a year, and I ruined it. Continuously flowing tear drops ran down my red hot face, and I shoved myself into the couch. Something about him did this to me. His ever changing hair.. the chocolate eyes.. the voice that made my heart feel like it was going to explode.. everything. I wiped my teary eyes and sniffled, trying to make myself stop crying. I used my shaky hand and pulled my hair up into a messy bun and pulled my knees together, and began hugging myself.    I couldn't stand the thought of the.. what? 2O second phone call? I felt weak to my stomach, and buried my face into my pillow, hoping that he didn't think I was some freak. Even though, I probably was considered that. Starting out as an obsessive fan, posters everywhere  I remember getting my first ticket to the show I met him at. Then, I was crying with tears of happiness. I had yet to figure out what these tears were.. or what they meant.   

Liam's POV:

"Chlo?" I spoke into my phone, my heart beating faster than I had ever felt it going before. I couldn't wait to hear her sweet voice, fill my ear. I waited hesitantly for a couple of seconds, waiting for anything. I knew she was there, I heard her accelerated breathing rapidly going through my ear, wishing she was breathing on my neck again, like she used to do. "Chloe, are you okay?" I asked nervously, knowing that she wasn't. I bit down on my lower lip nervously when I heard her tiny sniffle. Looking down at my phone, I saw that she had hung up, or we lost connection. She obviously hung up.   I honestly can't believe I am letting myself do this to her. I saw that the boys were looking right at me, and I know they heard me speak her name. Swallowing hard, I looked at them and shook my head, before running to my bunk. It had been way too long without her, and I couldn't stand it. I knew she was a fan when I met her, and I didn't care. I noticed it as love at first sight. My heart began beating faster as I recalled the memory of the meet and greet. I took a shaky breath and closed my eyes before I began crying, because I knew I would.    I closed them tight, hopeful that the boys would leave me alone about this one. It wouldn't hurt to have some help, but I didn't want it. And I don't think I needed it either, did I? When I looked over to the slowly opening door, I knew they had other ideas. I wiped my eyes to make sure I wasn't crying. "Leeyum.." the cute, little Irish accent filled all the corners of my room. I was grateful it was him, I had told him everything. It wouldn't be surprising if he went and told the other boys, though.    Sighing, I hopped off my bed and pursed my plump, pink lips towards the blonde. "Hey, Niall." my voice spoke to him, and I felt a little more relieved, knowing he would be the one to make me feel better about it all. He always did, whether I wanted to admit it or not.

Niall's POV:

After Liam looked at us 4, after his very strange phone call, we all knew something was up. He had been blabbing on and on about Chloe, but we didn't know it was this bad. He ran into his room, and I was the first to volunteer. I was hungry, but Liam needed me. "What happened?" I asked calmly, whilst walking over to his bed and sat down on the navy blue duvet. It was obvious he had been crying, and he needed to at least admit it to himself, if not to me.  His lower lip trembled and he took a shaky breath, ready to spill.   

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