Your So, I'm So...

Imagine. He brushes your light brown hair behind your ear, and suddenly your dimple appears as a smile stretches upon my face. "I won't forget." Your smile fades as you remember he was leaving, until who knows when. He wasn't yours any longer. "But your so... famous. I'm so... average." "You don't realize how long I've waited for this... I only want you." He hugs you one last time, and you breathe in his aftershave. He walks away, towards the plane, never to be seen again.


13. Night Time Games, Or Not?

Emily's POV:


It was mid evening in Ireland, and night in the US. I decided I could facetime Niall,And I had decided he loved me too much, and I really have always wanted to be more than friends, and that the phone call was pain enough, so my game days were over.

I grabbed my IPhone off the charging station, and clicked Niall's contact and tapped 'FaceTime.'

He immediately answered. 


Niall: Emily, I've missed you so much today, you have no idea! I really miss you Princess.

Emily: I missed you too Niall! 

Niall: Good, I can't wait to come home and hang out like old times, besties. *Long sigh*

Emily: Oh about that... I really didn't-

Niall: It's fine don't worry! I think were better off as friend to. Your not alone on that.

Emily: Oh uhmmm...

Niall: Then we can go to the bakery and meet up, sneak out...

Emily: *Starting to tear up*

Niall: Go to the park... Eat at Nandos... Play videogames...

Emily: *Crying harder, tears flowing down face* Niall...Please... I...

Niall: I understand Emily! 

Emily: *bawling* Nooo Niall!

Niall: I love you... *Pause.*

Emily: *Big eyes* Really?

Niall: As friends... sorry I got a text.

Emily: *Crying* Niall I really didn't me-

Niall: Oh Emily... Sorry... Harry's calling! Bye!



I pulled my knees up to my face and continued bawling. Why was he being this way? It was useless! He cut me off whenever I tried to explain! I didn't mean any of it!

I just wanted him... I wanted him to love me.

I noticed a razor on the edge of the bathroom sink, so I grabbed it.

I slid out a blade and inserted it into my palm, then pulled it out. 

From there it went:

My other palm, My cheek, My lower lip, My forehead, My wrist, My arm, and My ankle.

By the time I was done, I was a bloody crying disaster.

I wanted my Leprechaun, I wanted him home, I just wished he wasn't famous, things would be so much better.

I threw away the blade and set out a new razor, for Alex's sake.

I laid down and curled up in a ball again.

I was going to sleep early tonight.

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