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Niall's pov

I walk quietly and slowly down the dead hallways of the old school, running my fingers lightly over the peeling walls, examining the damage done over years of horrible storms and plain out abandonment. It was awful looking; roof caved in, paint on the walls peeling off. But to my surprise, there were still dozens of trophies piled into cases holding all the memories from twenty years before.

I slide down the wall, staring at the multiple trophies that had my name plastered on the front of them. I remember the days; star quarterback, most likely to go to college for it. I of course accepted the invitation to the college, gladly attending as their star quarterback, known all around the school. It was good, I guess. I mean, I had dorm parties every Friday night, got laid, forgot. Damn, I forgot. It hurt, hurt knowing what I so bitterly tried to forget. When she told me so happily she had gotten accepted, joy over flowed inside of me, but deep down inside, I was mortified. Both of the colleges were thousands of miles apart from each other, which definitely meant no more of seeing her.

I sigh, running my hands through my hair as I remember everything. How hard I cried, how hard she cried, but also, how happy I remember her being. I couldn't help but be happy for her.

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After I was done looking around, I ran my hands through my hair, going out to the lot and locking the door back up again before sticking the keys in my pocket.
I look around the exterior of the high school, sighing softly as the memories flood in again and I quickly climb into my car. It was hard remembering what happened right after graduation. I block it out, buckling into the seat and driving to the closest around-the-corner Starbucks.
I stop the ignition, waiting in the car before clicking the seatbelt out of the holder and opening the door, getting out before slamming the door shut. I walk inside, shedding of my jacket and looking over the menu.

"Hello, sir, what would you like?" the lady asks, smiling at me.

"Frappe, please." I say, fumbling through my wallet and getting out money.

"Name?" she asks, putting in my order.

"Niall." I answer, handing over the money and waiting for my coffee.

I waited for about five minutes, tapping my foot impatiently while scrolling through my twitter. I scrolled through old tweets sent by old fans, sighing quietly and going to the counter, taking my coffee and turning around. Before I could stop, I ram right into somebody.

"I'm so sorry!" someone says quickly, pouring hot coffee all over my jeans.

I look up, eyes widening at the person standing in front of me. Her brown hair flowed perfectly over her shoulders, brown eyes closing in embarrassment as she grabs multiple napkins to clean the mess up. Right before my eyes, was Kaitlyn.

"Here," she says nervously, handing me some napkins, "I'll clean it up." she smiles softly, dabbing my jeans dry.

I smile softly, looking at her. "It's fine." I try assuring her. She looks up at me and dropping the soppy mess of a napkin, eyes nearly popping out of her head.

"NIALL?!" she pretty much yells, hugging me tightly as I stumble back.

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