7. Please, Please, Please
Once Harry had returned me to my apartment safely, I thanked him and went to my room and collapsed on the bed. My mascara was smeared, and my hands were black from wiping the tears. I checked my phone to see 65 missed calls, all from Niall. I had his number, but I didn't even know he had mine. I decided to listen to a few:
Hi Clover, it's Niall. I know you're really pissed right now, but please call me back.
Hey Clover, me again. I do still love you, and I really want to see you. Please give me a call.
Listen, Clover. Leaving you was the worst mistake I've ever made, so please take me back.
Please, please, please. I guess he really was sorry if he left 62 other messages. And even though I was pretty mad, I still loved Niall. I had all these years. I decided to call him back.
"Yeah, it's me. Listen, Niall, I forgive you. Meet me at my apartment? I'm in room 5A."
"Okay, see you in a few minutes." I smiled once I hung up. Even though my rental car was stupid, broken, and still in the Gelupo parking lot, I was really happy it didn't start up.