2017

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"Damn it, Niall James Horan, where are you hiding!?"

I sat down on the concrete steps of the candy shop, exhausted and confused, until I was shooed away by the shop owner who must have mistaken me for a beggar. I didn't blame him – I looked fairly disheveled after chasing Niall for days on end, hardly stopping to eat, sleep or shower.

"Ew," I sniffed my armpits. "Definitely going to have to take a shower later. Maybe he can smell me coming."

I gathered myself together and started walking, aimlessly as always, until I felt inspired to check another corner, a secret hideaway, a dark club, or a crowded theater. I knew I was being a bit cliché in my search since I knew he wasn't actually hiding, well not in the sense that he was hiding in one single spot, waiting to be found as if we were engaging in a global game of hide-and-go-seek. But he had escaped, disappeared, run away, for that matter. And I was almost certain that I knew where he was going.

How did I know this?

Niall James Horan was my best friend on the planet earth. And he was supposed to get married a few days ago.

So, it's a pretty safe bet that he ran away from something because normal, about-to-get-married guys usually stick around for the wedding and the honeymoon and you know, the actual marriage part.

But for some reason, Niall ran away. 

And to be honest, I was pretty sure I knew why.

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