Unexplained

"Hey!" he yelled.

"Hey Niall!"

"You home?" he asked.

"Yup. The plane ride was fine."

I looked at his face through my computer screen.

"Lennon, you just got home! Come down!" my dad yelled.

"In a minute!" I yelled back. I turned back to the computer screen. "So what are you up to?"

"Well I'm about to fall asleep. I don't know why I'm so tired."

"Well I'll go then."

"No! I want to talk to you," he smiled.

"Okay. Well,"

We talked for about twenty more minutes before we hung up.

I walked down the stairs slowly and saw my parents talking.

"I thought I told you to come right down?" Dad said. "What were you doing up there?"

"Unpacking," I lied.

"Who were you talking to?" Dad asked, eyebrows raised.

"Myself," I said.

Dad rolled his eyes, knowing I wasn't telling him the truth.

"So how was everything?" Mom asked, sounding exceptionally cheery for the situation.

"It was good," I said.

"How's Niall?"

"Good," I smiled.

Dad groaned.

"Seriously, Dad. He's my boyfriend. Please get used to it because he's not going anywhere," I said. I was surprised I had stood up to my dad like that.

"He's going to break your heart, sweetie. I don't want to see you so upset," he said.

"Be a little more positive?" Mom said to him.

I told them I was tired before grabbing a banana and walking up to bed.

'Niall and I are not going to break up,' I thought. 'I'll show him.'

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It's funny how slow the next few months went being away from Niall. But soon enough, school rolled around and I was in the year, full swing. College was great. I thought high school was fun, but compared to this, it was awful. College was just a whole new experience.

Niall was so curious about it. He didn't go to college, but it seemed like he wanted to. We talked a lot, not every day, but a lot. We were both extremely busy.

I walked from my archaeology class with Loch, who happened to live in my dorm. We walked everywhere here.

"Do you need help with those?" Loch asked, referring to the three large textbooks I was carrying.

"I'm good," I replied, as we approached our dorm.

We said our goodbyes and I walked into my room. Before grabbing my laptop, I threw my books onto the bed. Opening my laptop, I saw I had three missed Skype calls from Niall. Weird. I called him immediately and after the first ring, his picture came onto my screen.

"Hey!" I yelled, excitedly.

He didn't say anything back, just ran his hand through his hair, making it more messy than it already was.

"What's wrong?"

He looked down.

"Niall, c'mon. You can tell me."

"I-I don't think this is working out."

"What?" I asked.

"I think, um, I think we need to break up."

"What? Why?" I asked, franticly.

"This just," he stopped and looked beyond the computer. "I can't do this," he whispered, not to me.

"Niall who are you talking to? What's going on?" He wiped what seemed to be a tear from his eye. I had never seen him cry, yet I hated it immediately. "Niall, please tell me what's going on."

"We need to break up," he said.

"Why?"

"We just need to," he said, more tears coming out of his eyes.

My world was caving in on me. "You can't just not give me an explanation!" I yelled.

"I can't tell you," he said.

"You're joking, right? You can't tell me? This is stupid."

"Lennon, please, princess."

"Don't call me that. What are you cheating on me? Just don't love me anymore? Go ahead, say it!"

"Lennon, it's not that. I--"

"Is that your new girlfriend behind the computer? Is that who you were talking to? I can't believe you would do something like this. My dad was right. I should've just broken up with you when he told me to."

"Just listen. I love you." He could barely talk. His eyes were bloodshot red and tears were streaming down his face. How could I yell at him? Where was this anger coming from?

"I loved you too, Niall," I said before hanging up and falling back onto my bed. The tears streamed out of my eyes. How could this happen? Everything was fine. Seeing Niall cry was breaking my heart as much as he just had breaking up with me. There had to be more to this.

A week later, my parents came to pick me up from college for our Thanksgiving break. I tried to act normal. I didn't want my dad to know he was right.

"How is college, sweetie," Mom asked.

"I love it!" I said, faking a smile.

"Well Emma and Connor are on their way home now. We'll probably get home at the same time they do," Mom said.

"He's a good kid," Dad said.

I didn't say anything, but what made Connor so much better than Niall? Well for one, Connor didn't break up with Emma for no reason. There it was. But I refused to give my dad satisfaction for "being right".

I ended up falling asleep on the ride and when I woke up, we were five minutes away from the house.

I hopped out of the car when we got home and immediately went up to my room. I passed Emma in the hallway.

"Hey!" she said, reaching out to give me a hug.

"Hey," I responded, forgetting, for a moment, about my pain.

"How is everything?"

"School's fine."

"Not with school," she groaned, "with Niall." She raised her eyebrows and my heart sank.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said, walking towards my room.

"What?" she yelled. I slammed the door. "Lennon," she yelled, knocking. "Tell me what happened." I ignored her and instead went onto my computer.

'One Direction Sophomore Album-Huge Success' was the article that came up on the homepage of my Internet. I had completely forgotten their album was out with everything going on. I really wanted to hear it, but could I handle it? I went onto iTunes and low and behold, their album was number one. I bought it without thinking twice and started listening to it immediately.

It was amazing. I loved these boys- I love Niall- but whenever he did have a solo, my heart broke more. I got to a song called Summer Love, which made me wonder, could this be the song Niall was writing on my last night in England? It was doubtful.

I listened to the lyrics:

Can't believe you're packing your bags, trying so hard not to cry.

Had the best time, now it's the worst time, but we gave to say goodbye.

Maybe Niall had written this. I was crying at this point.

Don't promise that you're gonna write, don't promise that you'll call.

Just promise that you won't forget we had it all.

What? How could Niall have written this? We just broke up last week! How long had he been planning on breaking up with me? As the song went on, I got madder and madder. In the middle, I picked up my phone (the closest throwable object I could find) and threw it at the picture Niall had bought me on our first date. It hit the picture dead on before the phone fell to the ground. There was a loud thud. I stopped the music and, not being able to hold it in any longer, started crying, again. I cuddled our stuffed giraffe in my arms.

I curled into a ball on my bed and was crying uncontrollably. I heard my door open and shut quickly and I felt the bed sink in. I guess whoever it was heard the loud bang.

"Lennon, tell me what happened," Emma said, stroking my hair.

"I don't know," I cried.

"What do you mean?" she asked, sitting me up.

"He just Skyped me and said he wanted to break up and gave me no explanation."

"Douche."

"No, don't say that about him."

"But he broke your heart."

"But I love him."

"Lennon, if he broke up with you like that, then he is no good."

"But--"

"No buts. You need to let him go."

"Emma, I just, I don't know. I think there's more to it. He seemed so upset. Like there had to be a reason."

"Lennon, I don't want you to get your hopes up. I just think you need to try to get over it."

"But--"

"Lennon," she glared at me.

"Don't tell Dad."

"He's gonna have to find out sometime."

"Emma, please!"

She kissed my forehead and walked out.

"Shut the door, please!" I yelled.

I fell back on my bed. I needed to think this through. I was extremely mad at Niall but I just, I don't know, I really felt like he wasn't telling me something. And who was he talking to behind the computer? I needed to know.

All of the sudden, my computer started to ring. It was a Skype call from Niall. Reluctantly, I hovered the mouse of the 'Accept Call' button. I knew Emma would have freaked out if she saw me doing this-- giving in. I pressed accept but Niall's face wasn't on the other screen, it was Louis'.

"Lennon, thank God you answered. I have something to tell you."

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