Gone

He didn't call like he said he would. I wasn't sure why. It just didn't happen. It wasn't as if I had been sitting right next to the phone all afternoon, waiting for the phone to ring. No, that would be pathetic. I had better things to do anyway. Who was I kidding, as much as I hated to admit it, that's exactly what I was doing. I didn't care if that made me pathetic.

What if he thought I would call him? What if all this waiting was as a result of a simple miscommunication? I mean, it happened sometimes, right? What would be the harm in calling him first? What would it matter if I made the first move? I didn't think he would mind. Why would he? I was pretty sure that we were past that stage of our relationship.

When I glanced at the clock on my wall, it said five-thirty. He could've meant that he would call later on tonight, or worse still: tomorrow. I didn't think I could wait that long. Screw it, I thought to myself as I grabbed my phone off my bedside table and opened up his name in my contact list. I stared at it for a little bit, wondering whether or not this would make me appear desperate. But then I realised that Niall would most likely do the same thing. That is, if I was the one who didn't call him.

As I pressed call, I heard Niall's ringtone. It wasn’t coming from the other end of the line. It was coming from somewhere in my room. When I thought about it, I hadn't seen him put his phone in his bag. Then, I realised that the reason he hadn't called me yet because he didn't even have his phone with him. I called his phone one more time to help me find it beneath all my shit. Sure enough, lying there on top of my wardrobe, was his phone.

I had seen this happen in movies. Girl meets guy. Girl dates guy. Guy leaves phone somewhere where girl can see it. Girl goes through phone. Guy and girl break up. I didn't know whether or not he would break up with me over something so silly, but I wasn't prepared to find out. I wouldn't let that happen. Trust was everything in a relationship and by going through his phone it suggested that I didn't trust him. Instead, I left in on my bedside table and placed mine next to his.

I guess I'd just have to wait until he called his mobile using Harold or Louise's phone. I hobbled down the stairs slowly, my legs aching from sitting down for so long. My parents were on the lounge, watching some sort of cop show or something. He leant forward, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the big silver bowl on the coffee table.
"Hi love," Dad said cheerfully.
He didn't even have to turn around to know it was me. By the looks of it, Josh still hadn't come out of his room. Who knows what he was doing. Honestly, I didn't want to know. But what I did know was that it was best not to disturb him. I knew from experience.

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