Summer '09

18 year old May Jones was on ordinary girl with loving parents, a brother, a dog and a boyfriend, Niall Horan. When Niall suddenly leaves to the X Factor without telling May, everything spirals out of control. Niall has a new life and so does May but her heart is still broken. Her family are torn apart and she is left alone. 3 years later they cross paths and everything changes again.


33. A Little Message

May's POV

I groaned and rolled over, tugging the sheets over me as the bright light streamed in through the window. There was no way I was doing that again. Yes, I had fun but what happened afterwards, eg. the hangover made me feel like shit.

I hardly remembered anything of last night, only Josh dragging me in and hurting me, then dancing around with the group.

Suddenly, I heard another groan and the sheets rustle. OK. What the fuck was in my bed? Carefully, I rolled over and my eyes widened as I saw Niall sleeping on the other side of the bed.

No, had I been that drunk? I quickly looked at what I was wearing and breathed out. I was in a pair of shorts and an over-sized t-shirt which were not familiar at all but were very comfortable.

I glanced back at Niall who was snuggled up in the duvet, his hair ruffled and messy and a soft snoring sound escaping from his lips. I couldn't help smiling at him before quietly, slipping out of the bed and into the bathroom which I found.

I looked in the mirror and gaped. My hair didn't look like hair, more like retarded scarecrow and my makeup was smudged, no doubt it was on the pillow. I groaned, seeing no brushes anywhere and tried to do my best while using my fingers as a comb.

I wiped off as much makeup as I could and crept back into the bedroom. As I had thought, there was makeup on the pillow and I knew I couldn't leave it like that so I gently slid the pillow off the bed and sat down on the floor.

I took the cover off  and crawled to the door, not wanting to make any noise to wake up Niall. "Good morning," mumbled a sleep, familiar voice. I stopped in my tracks and looked round slowly.

Niall was sitting up in bed, running his hands through his hair and even though I had a boyfriend, was looking extremely sexy. "Uh, g-good morning," I stuttered. Niall flashed me a quick smile and I stood up properly.

"Um, what happened last night?" I asked feebly. He chuckled and sat up some more. "You don't remember?" he asked. I shook my head and he carried on. "Well, you my friend were a bit more than tipsy and after a while, I soon realised that you weren't going to make it home so I er, took you back here," he said.

"That doesn't explain why we are in the same bed," I said. His cheeks tinged and he laughed nervously. "Well, that my dear was not up to me. When I took you in here, the guest bedroom, I laid you down and just as I was about to leave, you grabbed my arm and asked me not to leave," he said.

This time it was my turn to blush and I looked down at the floor awkwardly. "Sorry," I mumbled. "Hey, it's fine, don't worry. I kinda missed it," he mumbled. I blushed even more and I wanted to just sink into the ground.

"What happened to Josh? Is he alright?" I asked. Niall's eyes darkened and looked down to the bed. "Why are you asking about him? He treated you like shit yesterday and you still care for him?" he asked.

"Of course I do! He's my flipping boyfriend!" I argued. "But he hurt you! I could see him, I could see you were hurt and you are forgiving him like this?" he asked angrily.

"Well I'm sorry but he didn't leave me for 3 years and then pretend like it didn't happen!" I glared at him and then stormed out the room, slamming the door shut and collapsing on the sofa in a flood of tears.

How could he say that? Josh was my boyfriend! Even though Josh had hurt me, a lot, he hadn't done half the stuff Niall had done.

All I wanted to know is what happened to Josh, not what Niall thought about him. Josh was best friends with him as well, not enemies fighting for the girl. Not that Niall was fighting for me.

I heard after a few minutes, the sound of a door open quietly but I didn't look up. It had to be Niall and I didn't want to see him right now. He walked through the sitting room I was in and I think, into the kitchen.

I was still crying and I felt like a complete loser. I was crying about someone who was currently in the room next to me. Why did life have to be so complicated? Especially love.

How many minutes later, I heard the door open again and heard soft footsteps make their way to me. The sound of a tray being placed down on the coffee table next to me. I heard an intake of breath before the sound of feet slowly walking away.

After a door closing, I raised my head slightly and wiped away the tears, clearing my vision. There, in front of me was a plate of pancakes, a boiled egg and a slice of buttered toast. He remembered. He remembered my favorite breakfast.

It seemed small but my heart did a massive flip and a cartwheel inside me. I wasn't supposed to be feeling these things, especially when my boyfriend was, for some unknown reason, mad with me but I couldn't help it.

Just as I started eating my toast, I noticed a piece of paper, tucked under the plate of pancakes. I slid it out and and flipped it over. There, in Niall's familiar handwriting was a little message.

I'm sorry about what I said and I deserved what you said to me. I miss you May, I really do.

I gulped and folded the paper up in my hand. Suddenly, I didn't feel so hungry and instead confused. What was I supposed to do?

Here I was, dating someone who I thought I was falling for when I felt my heart leaning towards the man who left me 3 years ago.


There you go :) I just realised that the book only has about 10 chapters or so left!!! Woah! I can't believe how fast this has gone!!!

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