iMessage: Why did you ever let that guy spend lunch with me? He won't leave me alone and he's pretty much convinced that I'm in love with him when in reality it's been two months and I'm still waiting on Harry's apology.

"Niall," I sighed, "Harry treated you like shit. I'm just trying to--"

iMessage: Then stop trying please? I don't want to move on, and if I eventually want to, I will.

I nodded and Liam shook his head at me.

"Love, you can't force this. I know you only want the best for Niall, but those two, their love is--was unexplainable. I never even imagined them splitting."

"Yeah me either, that's why I'm so worried," I whispered, pushing Liam back into the kitchen.

"What do you mean?"

"Have you seen the reports? Eleanor's 'pregnant' and Harry isn't himself. Liam I don't know what's better, moving on or--"

"What do you think we should do then?"

"When's the next flight to Los Angeles?"

ooooooh yes