"You fucking bastard give me my phone!" I yelled. He was breaking up with Niall for me!

"I'm sorry, I fell in love with Jack." He laughed. "Niall, I never really loved you, I only wanted in your pants." He burst out laughing.

"I have a good one." Danielle said. "By the way, I slept with Jack last week." She cackled.

"Give me my phone back! Stop doing this to me." I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

"Nope." Jack laughed. "Here, I'll give you it back, give me a second." He said and I sighed in relief. He was tapping away whatever he was doing.

"Jack! What are you doing?" I asked him. A few minutes later he handed me back my phone, much to my relief, but when I pressed the home button it said it was disable for twenty eight hours. "Jack! You disabled my phone!" I yelled.

"Yeah, you can use it tomorrow and by that time, Niall will have seen the messages and photo's." He smiled. "And when it's back and running the passcode is one-two-three-four." He grinned as though he was helping me.

"Ugh!" I tugged on my hair and turned on my heel. "I hate you two so much!" I yelled, not caring about the looks I was getting. I just wanted out of here. I ran to Niall's car and burst into tears when I did. How could he do this to me?

Niall is going to hate me now!

He will hate me and he will break up with me. What will I do?

I finally made my way home when I had stopped crying. I can't even contact him now to tell him what happened.

This is such a mess.

Why does my life always have to be such a mess?

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The whole day was spent with me worrying. I couldn't sit for more than two minutes and I couldn't relax. I was just waiting for my phone to start working again so I could phone Niall and tell him the truth.

Joanna offered me her phone but I didn't know Niall's number off by heart.

I sighed and closed my eyes, feeling tears prickling out of them as I did. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling as tears slipped out of them and down my cheeks, dropping onto my pillow with a 'plonk'. I turned on my side and wiped my eyes, trying my hardest not to cry.

Niall will believe me tomorrow won't he? He loves me so he will know I didn't do this. He has to.

The thought just had me crying harder.

I lay in bed for ages. It was nine o'clock but I was wrecked, yet at the same time, sleep wasn't possible to find.

I sat up in the bed and looked for something that might help me sleep. I ended up taking the voice recorder into bed with me and I listened to Niall singing the song again, pretending he was here next to me.

I played it again and again and again, until I eventually fell asleep listening to it. But I was abruptly awoken not long after to a knock on my door.

I groaned and sat up rubbing my eyes as the door creaked open and my eyes widened.

Was I dreaming

Niall's POV

I went to reception and demanded a flight. "But sir we-"

"Whatever price, I don't care." I shrugged.

"Okay we can put you on the flight at nine." She told me.

"Like nine in the morning as in forty minutes from now?" I asked and she nodded. "First class please." I said and she nodded and started tapping on her computer. I handed her my card and she put in my details. She printed something off and handed me it.

"Thanks." I grinned and walked to security.

I got straight through and decided to get a cup of coffee. I bought a croissant too but I couldn't eat it. I was too nervous to be honest. My foot tapped against the floor and I bit my nails nervously, waiting until I could board the flight.

I decided to try phone Jenny to tell her I was on my way but when I phoned her there was no answer and it went straight to voicemail. I tried again and again, but my attempts were fruitless.

I sighed and went on twitter. I scrolled through absentmindedly not even reading anythiing. I just wanted to be there already and to see what the fuck is up with Jenny. Is she actually breaking up with me or is this some kind of sick joke?

If it is a joke it is sick.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity my flight was called and stood up, throwing what was left of my coffee in the bin. I made my way and boarded the flight.

Once on I sat down and nervously twiddled my fingers, not really knowing what to do with myself because what the fuck am I doing? She's breaking up with me so I am going to visit her?

I was beginning to doubt my idea of going to see her and I stood up to get off the plane but a air hostess stopped me. "Sir, you need to take your seat the plane is about to take off." She said.

"No but can I get off?" I asked.

"No sir, now please, take you seat." She said a lot more sternly than the last time.

"No but you don't understand, I can't go anymore, I need to get off this fucking plane!" I yelled, getting looks from a few business people.

"Calm down and take your seat now." She demanded and I sighed but went back to my seat in defeat. I don't want to go anymore. I want to go back to my hotel room and hide pathetically.

Why did I ever decide to come here?! Why did I think this was a good idea? Jenny probably hates me, she won't want me anywhere near her.

I fidgeted in my seat non stop. I was too nervous to sit still. I then thought of Jenny sleeping with that bastard and it sent me into a fit of tears. I pulled the hood to my hoodie up over my face and was just glad I had a window seat. I could at least turn to it so nobody could see me crying.

I took out my phone, checking it for what felt like the millionth time. I knew there was going to be nothing from Jenny but a man can hope.

Man. She was always teasing me about not being a man, saying I'm a boy. The thought had me smiling slightly but made me cry harder, thinking that maybe I would hear her tease me again.

She couldn't of fallen in love with Jack, could she of? Hardly this quick?

Then again, I fell in love with her pretty quick too. It just took me a long time to admit it to myself. Never mind to her.

Maybe I should have told her I loved her sooner. Maybe then we wouldn't be in this situation. Oh I always mess things up don't I? It's my fault she's gone and slept with him. I shouldn't of left her in the first place. It's all my fucking fault.

I wiped at my eyes vigorously with the sleeve to my hoodie. I was just glad the man in the seat beside me was paying no heed to what I was doing. He was too consumed with his iPad. I stood up and went to the bathroom covering my face on the way so nobody could see my tear stained face.

I made it to the bathroom and I locked the door, looking in the small mirror at my appearrance. I looked like shit and that was putting it lightly.

That razor would be good right about now. I just thanked the plane for not allowing you to take them on board because God only knows what I would of done if I had one right now.

I took a deep breath in and out leaned against the sink.

She would not do this. Jenny wouldn't. She wouldn't.

I shook my head and looked in the mirror again, not liking my reflection. Not my Jenny. This has to be some kind of sick joke. Jenny wouldn't sleep with another man. She loves me. Doesn't she?

I began to cry agan, bending down and hiding my face in my hands. I felt like such a wimp but I was losing Jenny. How else was I to react?

I love her more than I love myself. I can't lose her. Not when we've gone so far and come through so much together.

It was in that moment I realised I have known this girl for almost seven months. Whoa, time does fly fast. Especially when you're happy.

It's the longest I have been in a relationship. Four months.

And it could be all over now. It could all add up to nothing. Just because of that bastard.

There was someone knocking on the bathroom door wanting in so I had to leave. I pulled up my hood and grabbed some tissue's stuffing them in my pocket. I opened the door, shielding my face and I hastily made my way back to the seat, wishing I hadn't come here at all.

Soon, they were going around with food but I wasn't hungry. I was given a tray of basic plane food, which is shit so I ate nothing. It turned my stomach when I looked at it. I just covered it up with the napkins and pushed my tray away.

I took out my phone again absentmindedly but there was nothing.

I sighed and opened my photo's. I opened the album named 'Jenny' with an emoji with loveheart's for eyes and I scrolled through the hundreds of photo's I had. From the selfies we took together to the ones I snuck of her without her knowledge. I began looking through them. I examined each and every photo of her. Her smile was engraved in my mind afterward. I could probably draw you her smile from my mind and it would match.

But then thinking about it, I probably already knew it anyways. I constantly think of it and when I am with her, I constantly look at it.

I love her so much. I put in my earphones and put on some music while I scrolled through some more photo's of us. In each photo she seemed to be more beautiful than the next. I am not even kidding.

I didn't know it but I had been subconsiously crying. Not out loud thankfully, but there were tears rolling down my cheeks. "Sir, are you alright?" The air hostess asked me as she picked up my tray of food.

"Yes, bring me some water please, thanks." I said and she nodded, saying she'd be back in a minute with it. Surely enough some minutes later she was back with an ice cold bottle of water for me. I thanked her and she walked off.

My hand trembled as I opened it and took a drink.

I just want to be there already so I can cry in peace.

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Some hours later the flight landed. It was dark outside when I got out of the airport. I had to call a taxi seeing as I had no car. I told him Jenny's address and he began the drive there. My legs shook the entire time and I felt as though I was going to be violently sick.

What was I even doing here? I am meant to be doing an interview right now again.

Soon, or too soon shall I say, the car stopped. I paid the driver and tipped him of course and got out of the car. I was standing in front of Jenny's house in the dark. I could see her bedroom window from here.

My heart began racing harder and I dug my fingernails into the strap of the bag I was holding. I was not prepared to do this. I was not prepared to have my heart broken.

My body began to tremble and I knew I had to buck up. I took a step forward to her driveway but I ended up having to stop in a nearby bush to be sick. Violently sick may I add.

Great, now I look like crap and my breath is gonna stink.

I grabbed the water from the plane and gargled it. I swear if anyone seen me right now. I thankfully found some breath mints in the bottom of my bag. Least my breath won't stink now.

I began to shiver from the cold. The beginning of October is not as warm as you would think. I grabbed my hood, yanking it down. I didn't want to look like a thug in a black hoodie walking up to her house.

I eventually willed myself to walk up the driveway and up the steps to her house. I was going to knock but then I realised it was eleven o'clock at night and everyone was probably in bed so I decided against it.

Jenny is literally so close to me. But yet, I can't have her. It was breaking my heart.

I placed my hand on the cold door handle, getting a shiver up my spine and I slowly pushed it down, much to my relief it was unlocked. The door opened and it made a squeaking sound as it did. I cursed under my breath and quickly stepped inside.

I closed the door gently behind me, trying to make minimal noise. I walked past the living room door to hear the soft sound of the telly. I hope Jenny is up in her room and not in there. I couldn't be sure who was in there, the door was closed.

I walked up the stairs as quietly as I possibly could and I walked to Jenny's room door. I began to tremble as I stood outside it.

What if she hates me now?

What if she tells me to fuck off? How will I handle that?

What if it wasn't a sick joke and she doesn't love me anymore.

I don't think I would be able to take it. I really don't. I literally had to retain myself from having a meltdown there and then.

I didn't have the confidence to open her room door but at the same time. I couldn't leave now. Not when I am so close.

i am just so scared of rejection.

I don't know how, but I somehow, managed to get my balls in gear and I knocked on the door lightly. From inside the room I heard a soft rustling nose and her groaning. Oh fuck. She's there. I hope I didn't wake her.

I slowly opened the door and when I did, I gauged her reaction. I knew she was not expecting to see me.

And I didn't know what to expect from her.

I couldn't speak. I was too petrified of what was going to happen because I had no idea.

No idea.

"Niall?!?" She yelled running over to me to hug me. I blocked her hug with my hand.

"No." I sternly said feeling suddenly angry. "Don't you dare fucking touch me." I spat.

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