We are going home in three days! Three days! I have been separated from my five best friends for two months and I have been missing them sorely (especially Niall). Me and Niall have always been close, tight since nursery. I would be lost without Niall. If I lost Niall it would be like losing an eye, an ear, a lip, an arm, a leg, half a brain. I couldn't even be without Niall.
For the past couple of days Chloe and Jess have noticed how happy I have become since I found out the news we were going home. I couldn't wait! I have been cooking us proper meals when we usually just takeout or have a sandwich or sometimes, if we were overly stressed, nothing at all. But now I was going to see my best friend Niall for the first time in two months I could finally be happy again. Niall certainly was. When I told him he was deliriously delighted.
Now I would smile to myself during little wistful moments, daydreaming about me and Niall seeing each other every day. Back with my best friend. I have missed him so much. I was literally bouncing off every wall. I looked at the bare room I had already packed getting more eager and ahead of myself by the minute.
Chloe at one point was so depressed me and Jess had to take her to the doctor. He just gave her depression pills.
Jess was a severe worrypot and phoned Louis constantly asking if he was eating properly and if he was in any medication she should know about. I was just waiting for the moment she was going to ask him how many times he urinated, for Christ's sake. I suppose Louis was too.