Like children * Complete *

We all made choices we regret; choices that tear us apart. We deplore them so much we wish we could start all over again.
But even with a second chance, can what has been broken be fixed?


5. Chapter 4

I look at him and get lost in his eyes; the ones I knew the colour and the shape for years for having stared at them so many times.

"Niall?!" I get up quickly. Why is he here?

"Yes, that's me," he replies, looking at me surprised by my reaction.

"How did you enter? What are you doing here?"

He puts his hand in his pocket and takes something out of it.

"I got in through the door," he answers simply showing me keys. "And I'm here because if you don't hurry up, we're going to be late," he chuckles. I stare at him, agape.

"Eileen? Is something wrong?" he raises an eyebrow and moves closer toward me. I don't move, trying to understand what is going on.

I haven't heard of him those last three years, he completely forgot me; then what he is doing here as if nothing happened? And why is he telling me that we're going to be late? He can't talk about school seeing he stopped studying.

Tears form in my eyes as I shake my head. "Go away! Your band mates must be looking for you," I shout at him. I look up at him; he doesn't seem to have understood what I said.

"My band mates? What are you talking about, I'm not in a band," he laughs lightly. "You should stop sleeping on the floor; you must have knocked your head."

Hold on. He is in a band, why is he pretending to not understand what I'm saying?

I look closer at him. He seems as young as I remember; he doesn't look like the Niall I saw on the poster yesterday.

"Eileen, you're acting weird today," Niall says awkwardly. "I don't get why, you were alright yesterday," he shrugs his shoulders.

"Yesterday? But I haven't seen you yesterday!" I exclaim.

"Yes, you have," he stutters. "We went at the mall," he explains me what he thinks I'm supposed to know.

"But... I was in Dublin yesterday," I mutter.

"Were you?" He looks at me, agape. "I think I better leave you; you really need some rest." He hugs me and walk toward the front door.

"Niall, wait!" I yell and he turns around, giving me a smile.

"Aren't you supposed to be on tour?" I dare to ask him. He shakes his head, probably thinking that I'm mocking him. I don't answer but just look at him getting out of the house.

I move toward the couch and sit down. There really something wrong.

It can’t be… I just can’t be back to the time when Niall wasn’t famous and he was my best friend, can I?

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