Lost and Found

Baye Woods was best friends with Niall Horan, for a very, very long time. They were inseparable, they were with each other every day. And no one could undo that.
But when Niall gets an idea of auditioning for X-Factor he does it, he goes for his number 1# biggest dream of all time, being a singer is what he wants to be.
Baye was left all alone in her home, she was 19, old enough to take care of herself.
Baye was always a girl who never wants to be alone, she's quiet when no one is with her. She finds out he and 4 other boys won the competition, she goes to find him one day, when she finally bumps into him. He doesn't remember her at all.
All the memories scattered to the floor, all moments unmemorable, all the good times gone to waste.
Was really going to look for Niall worth it?

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1. Chapter 1

Baye's POV: Gone he was...

He's gone for good I bet, maybe he's not coming back to Ireland, what if he forgot me....

Gone, gone gone, JUST GONE. He doesn't even respond to my voice mails, e-mails, texts, calls, or anything!!!

Is he dead? No no no no he isn't, if he was it would have been on the news. I grabbed my phone and called his cell, hoping he would pick up at least.

4 rings still nope. Then his voice mail notice came on saying: "Hey this is Niall, just leave a message! Thanks!" then beep.

"Hey..uh Niall? I hope you call me back" I said not knowing what to say. Because all I said was on my other 13 voice mails I also sent to him today. Is he refusing to pick up thinking I'm some stranger or he's busy.

This has been getting on my nerves ever since he won X-Factor with 4 other boys 6 weeks ago. Has he forgotten he had a best friend, since pre-school? SINCE PRE-SCHOOL! I threw my phone across the room and it landed on the red chair from afar.

I was trying to calm down, but nothing would work, not even Nando's...

I was sitting in my corner, all scrunched up, my knees up and my head back on the cold wall. Music was playing from my IPod on the MP3 player, the song "What Makes You Beautiful" was on. But the thing is I hardly ever feel beautiful, people say I am but I just don't...well... see it. I was wearing a white sweater, that was a little big, my white beret, I had light blue shorts on which were by my thigh, and I had my white socks which kept me warm, all day. I heard my phone ring loudly, so I stood up immediately and ran across the room almost tripping over my cold feet, I made it to my phone, an answered it quickly.

"Hello?" I answered. "Who is this? Why do you keep calling me?" an Irish accent stated.

"You don't remember who I am?"  I said shocked as heck. "No who are you?" I knew it was Niall, but he didn't know it was me.

"How about you figure it out yourself" I said then hanged up on him. I started to let tears escape my eyes, so I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My mascara and eyeliner all stained under my eyes. I grabbed a tissue and wiped it all off, that's it, I'm going to find Niall.

 

And I'm SELLING THIS HOUSE.

I'M GOING TO FIND NIALL FREAKING HORAN AND NO ONE, AND I MEAN NO ONE WILL OR EVER STOP ME. 

WANNA KNOW WHY I WANNA FIND HIM BECAUSE I MISS HIM AND I LOVE HIM TOO DANG MUCH TO LET HIM SLIP THROUGH MY FINGERTIPS.

 

I rushed up to my room, packed everything I had, I wasn't much of a girly girl, I had things most girls hardly wear. I put on my brown adventure boots I wear a lot. I went to the bathroom and packed all my makeup, my makeup wasn't like EXTREME or anything, mostly natural colors. I shut the bathroom and then the bed room door and packed everything I had in the other rooms. I got in my car and drove to the airport.

Things are now getting serious....

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