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Niall's POV
I stared at my phone, hoping for another text from Cass. Or tweet or vine or snapchat or something. I was sitting on the stoop of the window. Her last text was a week ago.

From: Cassia
arrived safely. enjoying the NYC life! xx

Her last tweet

@CassiaxNolan it's not NYC without a cab.
A picture was below, her smiling in the backseat. It wasn't a genuine one, though. I swallowed. Her words were still floating in my head. "I love you too, I guess." I guess I was hoping for her to say confidently. "Don't be an idiot, Niall" I scolded myself. She hadn't contacted any of us. Even Perrie, her best friend, other than Zayno and I. I was going mental.
I decided to call Greg.

"Hello?"
"Bro? It's me, Niall."
"Hey! What's wrong mate?"
"nothing!" I stammered.
"I heard about Cassia. Man, that must stink. How's she doing?" He asked.
I swallowed a lump in my throat.
"I don't know. She wanted to take a break from everything. She moved to America. Except she's not answering my calls or my texts or-" I began.
"Ni? You love her don't you?"
I nodded, but then realized he couldn't see me.
"Uh-huh."
"Send her some flowers or something. It'll brighten her day. Hey listen mate, I gotta go. The wife's calling."
"Ok. Bye." I said.
"Make good choices or I'll kick your arse!" The line cut dead.
I was aimlessly scrolling through Instagram. Every second, another notification popped up. I sighed. I wished I could just reply to every comment our girls left us. My thumb tapped the top.
@cassianolan
finally finished unpacking. A picture of her room tidy and beat was posted. A purple and white flowered bed with little pillows, and astring of roses were hung. Polaroids were pinned onto a cord. One of NYC. One of her and Gemma. One of Walihya. One of Louis' sisters. She and Perrie. One of London. One with Zayn Liam and Louis. One with Harry. The last one, where she was surprised while I kissed her cheek. I liked it and locked my phone. A persistent person was knocking at my door. I opened it. Harry stood in the hallway, Nando's takeout in his hands. Liam stood behind. I opened it further to let then in. Harry didn't say a word. He motioned for me to sit down. I sat down cautiously. "So.... What have you been up to?" I asked. "Just lounging, you know. You?" He asked as he ate. "Eat.Sleep. Revise and repeat." I said with my mouthful. "Maners, Horan." Liam said. I opened my mouth full of food and wagged my head. He slapped me upside the head. Haz was swirling his fork in his food. "Have you talked with.. Her?" He stated. I shook my head. "Where's Lou and Zayn?" I asked. "Lou's with Elewhore." Harry said. I laughed, and choked on my soda. Harry and I didn't click so well with her.? Harry laughed. "Do not call Eleanor that! She's a lovely girl. Zayn is... Is. I honestly don't know!" Liam said. We talked a bit more. "Niall. Is it true? That you love her?" Harry asked out of no where. I dropped my fork. Shit. What do I do now?

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I sat in my new purple and white duvet. I sighed. I scrolled through the channels on my TV, Someone was ringing the doorbell. I got up. Who could it be? No one knew my new address, so... I opened the door and was engulfed in a hug.
"Zayno? How'd you find me?" I whispered.

Notes

Sorta cliff hangers on both POV's. Whoa. :)