Over Again

"What do you mean you can't find her?!"

"I mean she's gone, Zayn," Ella Maree says. "She left a note. 'Be back in a week.' But we don't know where she is!" I run my hand trough my untamed, ungelled hair.

"And she left her phone here?" Ella nodded.

"Where is she, Zayn," Brandy said seriously. "She was acting willy-nilly all week; after she left your house." I bowed my head, and felt Ella Maree's hand rubbing my back.

"Brandy, it's not Zayn's fault," she scolded.

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Turns out I was just staying at Niall's house in the guest room. I mean, I'm not complaining, because his guest room is huge, but still. It was just me and Niall. Awkward? Yep.

We were sitting at the dinner table, eating pizza and macaroni and cheese, which was a little weird. But, I still love the food.

"What do you want to do while you're here?" He asked.

"I don't know. What's in Ireland, anyways?"

He shrugged. "We'd get mobbed if we went somewhere fun."

i laughed. "The life of a pop-star, huh?" he nodded. "Hey, where'd you come up with this idea?" I pointed at my plate. "It's really good." I took another bite of pizza, then shoveled in macaroni.

"My brother Greg. He's got all kinds of tricks like that. He was so weird back when he was a young'un."

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