Broken Hearts and Last Goodbyes

"One week yo!" Niall yelled into his computer. He picks up way too much of my American slang.

Yes, it was early March and there was one more week until I got to see Niall in person and I was buzzing. I absolutely could not believe it. Even though we talked so much on Skype, how could I not miss him? Niall and his bandmates were huge and their popularity was getting bigger by the hour. Not only was I seeing Niall next week, but I was going to meet Liam, Harry, Louis, and Zayn for the first time. Once again, I was buzzing.

"I know Ni! I'm so excited, you have no idea."

"I can't wait to see you Lennon!" I blushed.

"You see me right now, silly."

"You know what I mean, Lennon." We both laughed.

"Niall I gotta go meet Matt at this stupid party," I interrupted our cute conversation.

Yes, I had started talking to Matt again, but we weren't as close as we were before. He was always acting awkward around me and I had no idea why. Whatever, I have other friends if he's gonna be a jerk.

"Lennon, I don't trust him, please be careful!" Niall's so protective. I love it.

"Heu Niall, watchya doin?" I heard in the background.

"Who was that Niall?" I asked.

"Aghh," he told me. He turned away from the camera screaming, "Nothing Harry!" I heard a door handle fidgeting and I saw a long torso (his head was cut off by the camera).

I then saw Niall's face come really close to the camera.

"Lenn, call me right when you get home from this party. I want to make sure you're okay!" he said quickly.

I saw a hand grab the computer from him but Niall hung up before Harry (i guess) could see anything. I don't know why Niall doesn't want me to meet the guys yet but I'm sure he has some reason for it.

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*BEEP BEEP*

I grabbed my phone and my clutch and ran out the door. I was going to a birthday party for Matt's best guy friend, Michael. I didn't particularly like Michael but I went because Matt begged me to.

I ran to the passenger side of the car, opened the door, and sat in the seat, buckling in my seatbelt. I pulled down my skirt that was riding up and turned to face Matt, smiling.

"You look hot," he said. Ehhh! I hated when guys called girls hot. Have some respect! Maybe beautiful would work? Matt and I were literally becoming more and more distanced and I didn't like the kind of person he was turning into. How could someone change just like that? I missed my best friend.

I didn't respond but instead looked down at my outfit. I had on a tight, black pencil skirt with a white, flowing top tucked into it. I definitely could've worn a more conservative outfit and I did not know why I hadn't.

After some very awkward silence, we arrived at Michael's. The music was blaring everywhere and I didn't understand why the cops hadn't already showed up. Michael lived in a fairly large house but when we walked in, I couldn't even move. The smell of alcohol was in the air and even though it was a cool March night, the house felt as if it was on fire. I wanted to leave already, but Matt was nowhere to be found.

I somehow made my way through the crowd and to the snacks. Thank goodness, food. Unfortunately, there were only mini pretzels, chex mix, and brownies. Even if I did like chocolate, I don't think I would've went near those brownies, just sayin'.

About a half an hour later I was still chilling by the snacks, drinking water, even thought I was offered beer and jello shots about fifty five times. No thanks, I don't drink.

"Heeeeyyyy Lenny!" I hear a slurred voice behind me. Eww! Lenny?

It was Matt. He was falling over walking towards me. It's been only a half hour and he was dead drunk. Lovely.

I should've listened to Niall and not have come. Stupid, I thought.

"What do you want, Matt?"

"I want you, lovely."

Ewww!! What did he just say? My thoughts were interrupted when I felt his lips crashing into mine. I haven't kissed anyone except Niall, ever, and this definitely was NOT the same feeling, in a bad way, definitely in a bad way. I saw a bright flash of light and I pushed his body roughly off of mine.

"What are you doing?" I screamed.

"Getting you for myself," he slurred. "Now you're mine and you can say bye to your little British friend."

"First of all," I screamed louder than I thought possible, I was boiling over, "he's Irish! Second of all, I am NOT yours. And third of all, you could never compare to him!"

"Ha! You're gonna regret that, Lennon," he retorted.

Oh yeah? What was he gonna do about it? I'm so scared.

I pushed my way through the crowd of people and exited the house. Thankfully, no one noticed our fight over the music that was blaring. I took off composing boots and held them in my hand. They were slightly squeezing my feet and there was a long way to walk.

On the walk home I took out my iPhone and opened my Skype app. I scrolled down to Niall's username and I hit the call button. After a few rings, it went to his voicemail, I listened to his cute voice telling me to leave a message.

"Hey it's Niall...." I smiled and listened to his uber long message, "Leave me a message!" Haha! It finally ended!

"Hey yo! It's me. I'm leaving the party now and I just wanted to let you know. Call me back please, I have to tell you something." I looked down at my brightly colored watch: 12:34. "And six more days!! Haha! Call me!"

I pressed the end call button. It was weird that he didn't answer, he always answered. Nothing to be concerned about though, right? Ugh, I'm such a worry-wort. Just to be sure, I called him again. I didn't just want to make sure that he was okay, I wanted to tell him that Matt kissed me! I honestly didn't want to keep anything from Niall and he needed to know.

No answer.

I ended the call, I didn't want to seem too clingly, 2 messages in a matter of two minutes? Nahhh.

Finally, I arrived at my house.

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The next day had passed, then the next. Still, I had not heard from Niall. I called him at least five times yesterday and four so far today. The fear of being too clingy had left me completely. I have never gone this long without talking to him and I felt kind of empty. I think that my family noticed my sadness but they didn't confront me about it.

I was moping around when I heard the tone on my phone go off, signaling I got an email. I ran over to my phone, realizing that the only time I got emails were when they were from Niall. I unlocked my iPhone, L-U-C-K-Y C-H-A-R-M-S. I do not know why that is my password. Anyway, I opened my email app and saw that I had an email from an unknown address. Nevertheless , I opened it and what I saw inside made me gasp. It was a picture of Matt and I kissing from two nights ago. I quickly deleted it. Maybe that was the flash I saw before I pushed Matt away. Thank goodness I got that picture, though, before Niall did.

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The worst part about not hearing from Niall was that I knew he was okay. He was in the public eye and if anything had happened to him, everyone would know about it. What made it worse was that if his computer broke, I know that he would go out of his way to figure out how to reach me, but why wasn't he?

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Today was the day that I was supposed to see Niall. I haven't heard from him in a week but I still went to the restaurant that we were supposed to meet at that day, an hour early, just in case.

I waited an hour until the time that he should've been there, but he wasn't. I waited another hour, another, no Niall. I finally gave up hope when a waitress came over to me and told me they were closing. I walked out of the restaurant with tears staining my cheeks. I could feel the mascara running down my face, but I didn't care. I quietly walked home and entered my house. I walked up the steps and went into my room, closing the door behind me. Then, I fell onto my bed and let everything out. I cried for hours, I didn't even know what I could've done but this was somehow my fault and I regretted it even though I had no idea what it was.

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