Hello, Goodbye.

Aria is a college student from Boston who is studying abroad in Ireland for a semester. She just got out of a bad relationship with a boy from home and was planning on focusing on herself and her song writing during her trip. She never expected to ever meet Niall from One Direction, never mind become involved with him in more ways than one.

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3. A Newly Familiar Voice on the Phone

Aria's P.O.V.

I am finally settled into my apartment.  My roommate is great.  Her name is Emily and she's from California.  We decorated our apartment and I put pictures up on the wall.  We started classes yesterday and it is so interesting to see the way that school works in another country.  I love it here, but I am still really on edge.  My guitar is still missing and I'm worried that I won't get it back.  Who did I think I was trusting some world famous pop star with the thing that means more to me than anything in the world.  It's not really even the guitar that I care about, its my songs.  I have a whole notebook filled with songs that I've written.  They describe everything that has happened in my life for the past two years.  All my feelings about everything from graduating high school, to moving into college, to Paul.  That's a rough one to think about.  I am worried that if I don't have my songs I will feel like a piece of me is missing. 

Just as I sit down on my Tiffany blue comforter on my bed and opened up my laptop, I heard my phone ringing in the bathroom.  I jumped up to get it.  I ran up the hall and slid on my socks into the bathroom.  I missed the call, but a few seconds later the icon for a voice mail popped up.

"Hey Aria, it's Niall from the airport.  Your guitar got to my house.. erm.. today.  I'll send a car to pick you up tonight at six and I was thinking we could go into town or something.  I'll be in a meeting with my management until then so just text me and let me know that your coming."

I texted the number back and told him that sounded good.  I didn't understand why he couldn't just have it sent over, but I don't mind anyway.

I slip on a pair of skinny jeans and a black t-shirt and I sit and wait.  At exactly six o'clock the car pulled up.  I put on my red vans and head out the door.  Colleen wouldn't believe it if I told her that I was on my way to Niall Horan's house.

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