Loved You First (Sequel to Simon's Daughter)
Chapter 21
Niall’s POV:
One hundred voicemails.
All unanswered.
All probably unheard.
All from me to Jules.
If only she would just listen for one minute. She didn’t want to give me the time of day, but if she did I’m sure she would at least try and understand what was going through my mind. The girl looked exactly like Jules. Especially since I was drunk. I couldn’t tell the difference. I just missed her long dark hair, and that smile which could light up a city. I miss her soft lips against mine, and those beautiful brown eyes.
I miss my daughter.
They were both supposed to be here a week ago. It’s been a full week. No call or text from her. Not even the others got a text from her. Or from Christa. I just wanted to see them both…badly. But I knew she would never want to see me ever again. If I could take back that night, I wouldn’t hesitate to do so. She was my other half. I haven’t been the same either. It’s only been a week, but I’ve definitely changed. So have the boys.
We haven’t been as close to each other lately. I mean, sure we’d be our old selves during interviews and performances, but not when we were all alone. Harry is still very upset with me, but I wouldn’t blame him. He and Liam both have barely spoken a word to me. Only small things such as ‘excuse me’. They wouldn’t look me in the eyes or anything. But a part of that reason was because I was never out and about with them. I’d just stay locked up in my room, and when I could tell they were all gone, maybe I would go down and get something to eat.
Paul has tried to get me to go out with them, but I just made up a lame excuse. I knew he never bought it, but he understood I just wanted to be alone.
I picked up my phone, my finger hovering over her phone number. I debated on whether I should call or not. I knew she wouldn’t answer, and my voicemails would never be heard. I sighed, heavily throwing my phone back down. I was lying on my bed, face planted in my pillow. I heard a knock at my door. I kept quiet, not wanting to speak to anyone at the moment. I heard the door open anyways, and my bed shifted from somebody sitting by my side.
“Look,” I was shocked by the voice I was hearing, “we’re mates. We cannot just simply leave you alone. You just need to understand we’re still all a bit shaken up at the thought of what happened. Jules is our best friend, and we care so much about her. It’s hard knowing she’s hurt and broken. Not hearing from her anymore. Not even hearing about how Lexi is. It’s hard, Niall. It’s really hard. But the rest of us aren’t really the problem here.
“You can’t just sit in here all day and do nothing. If you truly loved her, you wouldn’t have slept with another woman, but since you did…you should at least try and win her back. You’ve done nothing but sit in here for the past week, and you reek, dude.”
“Don’t you think I have tried to do something!? I left her dozens and dozens of voicemails, but I’m one hundred percent sure she hasn’t heard any of them. I’ve called so many times, but none of my calls were answered. Can’t you see? She doesn’t want me anymore. I’m out of her life…and she clearly doesn’t want me in Lexi’s life either.” I snapped, sitting up, still not looking at him.
“I love how you think that’s all that you can do. You know that there are more ways to try and reach her.”
“She doesn’t want me in her life. I’d rather not try if I know I’m going to fail.” I rolled my eyes, sighing.
“C’mon.” He stated, getting up.
“What?”
“I said c’mon. We’re going out.”
“No.” I groaned.
“Get up, or I’ll get Paul to get you up himself.” He threatened. I groaned, swinging me feet over the side of bed, standing up. I finally looked up. I knew it was Liam who was talking, but as I looked up, I noticed all four boys in my room.
Before we left, I called one last time…and left one last voicemail.
Julia’s POV:
“You do know that’s not fair to Lexi, right?” My father said to me. I sighed, lying down on his couch. I told him everything that happened, but I was confused on what his reaction was. It was like he was sort of on Niall’s side…
“Dad, I’m aware.” I spoke in an aggravated tone. Probably because I was.
“I’m just saying.” He put his hands up in defense. “While the boys were here they grew a strong connection. It is his daughter too, you know.” He stated, sitting across from me in his armchair.
“So now you’re on Niall’s side?” I scoffed, sitting up. He sighed, and shook his head.
“This has nothing to do with being on anyone’s side. I’m talking about my granddaughter.”
“Well it seems like you’re on his side all the time.” I trailed off, folding my arms and looking away. I saw him get up and sit next to me. I felt his arm drape around my shoulder.
“Love, I’m not on his side, okay? He hurt my daughter, and you should know that I would never be okay with that.” He kissed the top of my head and engulfed me in a hug. I smiled, and hugged him back. A beep coming from my phone interrupted our ‘father daughter’ moment and we both pulled away. I slid out my phone from my pocket, and checked my notification.
One missed call and voicemail. Not surprising.
“Well aren’t you going to call back?” I heard my dad’s voice say. I furrowed my eyebrows, and shook my head.
“No, why would I?” I asked, putting it away.
“How many calls have you gotten from him?” He asked, looking at my phone.
“Too many…” I mumbled. I put my phone back in my pocket and ignored the call.
“Well I have something to get your mind off of things.” He stood up, helping me up along with him.
“What is it?” I asked, not really wanting to go anywhere. I just wanted to stay in with my dad. But we rarely had moments like this, so I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
“You’ll just have to see.” He gave me a small grin, and wrapped his arm back around my shoulder.
“Dad?” I asked, leaning into him.
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. Couldn’t have asked for a better daughter.”
One hundred voicemails.
All unanswered.
All probably unheard.
All from me to Jules.
If only she would just listen for one minute. She didn’t want to give me the time of day, but if she did I’m sure she would at least try and understand what was going through my mind. The girl looked exactly like Jules. Especially since I was drunk. I couldn’t tell the difference. I just missed her long dark hair, and that smile which could light up a city. I miss her soft lips against mine, and those beautiful brown eyes.
I miss my daughter.
They were both supposed to be here a week ago. It’s been a full week. No call or text from her. Not even the others got a text from her. Or from Christa. I just wanted to see them both…badly. But I knew she would never want to see me ever again. If I could take back that night, I wouldn’t hesitate to do so. She was my other half. I haven’t been the same either. It’s only been a week, but I’ve definitely changed. So have the boys.
We haven’t been as close to each other lately. I mean, sure we’d be our old selves during interviews and performances, but not when we were all alone. Harry is still very upset with me, but I wouldn’t blame him. He and Liam both have barely spoken a word to me. Only small things such as ‘excuse me’. They wouldn’t look me in the eyes or anything. But a part of that reason was because I was never out and about with them. I’d just stay locked up in my room, and when I could tell they were all gone, maybe I would go down and get something to eat.
Paul has tried to get me to go out with them, but I just made up a lame excuse. I knew he never bought it, but he understood I just wanted to be alone.
I picked up my phone, my finger hovering over her phone number. I debated on whether I should call or not. I knew she wouldn’t answer, and my voicemails would never be heard. I sighed, heavily throwing my phone back down. I was lying on my bed, face planted in my pillow. I heard a knock at my door. I kept quiet, not wanting to speak to anyone at the moment. I heard the door open anyways, and my bed shifted from somebody sitting by my side.
“Look,” I was shocked by the voice I was hearing, “we’re mates. We cannot just simply leave you alone. You just need to understand we’re still all a bit shaken up at the thought of what happened. Jules is our best friend, and we care so much about her. It’s hard knowing she’s hurt and broken. Not hearing from her anymore. Not even hearing about how Lexi is. It’s hard, Niall. It’s really hard. But the rest of us aren’t really the problem here.
“You can’t just sit in here all day and do nothing. If you truly loved her, you wouldn’t have slept with another woman, but since you did…you should at least try and win her back. You’ve done nothing but sit in here for the past week, and you reek, dude.”
“Don’t you think I have tried to do something!? I left her dozens and dozens of voicemails, but I’m one hundred percent sure she hasn’t heard any of them. I’ve called so many times, but none of my calls were answered. Can’t you see? She doesn’t want me anymore. I’m out of her life…and she clearly doesn’t want me in Lexi’s life either.” I snapped, sitting up, still not looking at him.
“I love how you think that’s all that you can do. You know that there are more ways to try and reach her.”
“She doesn’t want me in her life. I’d rather not try if I know I’m going to fail.” I rolled my eyes, sighing.
“C’mon.” He stated, getting up.
“What?”
“I said c’mon. We’re going out.”
“No.” I groaned.
“Get up, or I’ll get Paul to get you up himself.” He threatened. I groaned, swinging me feet over the side of bed, standing up. I finally looked up. I knew it was Liam who was talking, but as I looked up, I noticed all four boys in my room.
Before we left, I called one last time…and left one last voicemail.
Julia’s POV:
“You do know that’s not fair to Lexi, right?” My father said to me. I sighed, lying down on his couch. I told him everything that happened, but I was confused on what his reaction was. It was like he was sort of on Niall’s side…
“Dad, I’m aware.” I spoke in an aggravated tone. Probably because I was.
“I’m just saying.” He put his hands up in defense. “While the boys were here they grew a strong connection. It is his daughter too, you know.” He stated, sitting across from me in his armchair.
“So now you’re on Niall’s side?” I scoffed, sitting up. He sighed, and shook his head.
“This has nothing to do with being on anyone’s side. I’m talking about my granddaughter.”
“Well it seems like you’re on his side all the time.” I trailed off, folding my arms and looking away. I saw him get up and sit next to me. I felt his arm drape around my shoulder.
“Love, I’m not on his side, okay? He hurt my daughter, and you should know that I would never be okay with that.” He kissed the top of my head and engulfed me in a hug. I smiled, and hugged him back. A beep coming from my phone interrupted our ‘father daughter’ moment and we both pulled away. I slid out my phone from my pocket, and checked my notification.
One missed call and voicemail. Not surprising.
“Well aren’t you going to call back?” I heard my dad’s voice say. I furrowed my eyebrows, and shook my head.
“No, why would I?” I asked, putting it away.
“How many calls have you gotten from him?” He asked, looking at my phone.
“Too many…” I mumbled. I put my phone back in my pocket and ignored the call.
“Well I have something to get your mind off of things.” He stood up, helping me up along with him.
“What is it?” I asked, not really wanting to go anywhere. I just wanted to stay in with my dad. But we rarely had moments like this, so I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
“You’ll just have to see.” He gave me a small grin, and wrapped his arm back around my shoulder.
“Dad?” I asked, leaning into him.
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. Couldn’t have asked for a better daughter.”
Notes
I wrote this all today which is why it sucks. Usually I take a few days to write, but whatever :PToday I went to the movies with my friend and we saw the fancut version of the 1D3D movie. It was perfect in every single way possible, lol. :)
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