So I can cross 'No Dad' off of my list of things I like about London. But I'm not leaving. I'm not.
It'd be terrible. I mean, think of it.
Niall left me for 3 years.
I finally see him again, and we say we love eachother!
And I leave him.
Um, bitch alert! If I did that, and someone was walking around with their disloyal-radar hooked onto their belt, it'd be beeping!
So leaving isn't an option.
But leaving this apartment is! I'm bored as hell. I called Niall.
"Hey, Niall, it's Clover."
"Hey, I was wondering, I'm kind of bored... do you want to do something?"
"Well, I'm not really in the mood to leave the house; the paps. But you could come here?"
"Sure. I'll be there in ten." I said and we both hung up. I got dressed into some denim shorts and an old band t-shirt. I slid on my old grey TOMS and left the apartment to their house.
I found the door to be unlocked, so I just came in. I could hear Niall and Harry's voice from the living room, so I followed that noise.
"Maybe two Thursdays from tomorrow?" I heard Harry ask.
"I don't know if it's that day..." I'm not much of an eavesdropper, but I was kind of lingering in the hall...
"Oh, right, you have to go see your g--" There was silence.
"Um, hello?" Niall said.
"Oh, hey, Niall. I just got here like five seconds ago and I didn't know where you were..." I said awkwardly.
"Oh, well come in and have a seat." He bought it. Yes. He and Harry started talking about some concert they were doing, trying to include me. They eventually gave up because they realised I had no interest in whatever they were speaking of. I was deep in though. Harry said Niall had to go see his 'g--'. What was he going to say?
None of those make sense! Wait, what if...