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As they wait for the elevator, Alexandra slips her hand into Niall’s and leans her head against his shoulder. “What were you thinking about?” She asks.

“Hmm?”

“In the room,” she says, “You were thinking about something.”

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hello lauren! i feel almost certain i've talked about it on here before but this is my totally and utterly indulgent 60s slice-of-lifey AU centred shamelessly around the release of sgt pepper and features down on her luck songwriter lily who meets james when the marauders move in for the summer next to her and mary

and obviously i am finding a way to incorporate this story which makes me grin every time i think about it

a snippet for good measure

“I get it if you’re angry with me. You can yell at me. Tell me I’m a fucking idiot for what I did, for not being honest with you last night. And you—” he stops himself when his voice cracks. He lets go of her hands, then, as a sobering look crosses his face. “And you can tell me if I’ve ruined things between us. If you don’t want to be with me anymore. You can—”

“Niall.”

“You can tell me,” he says, urgency lilting his voice. “You don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings. It’s—”

“Niall,” she interjects once again.

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“I’ve missed you,” Niall whispers against her hair, sending shivers down her spine.

“I was gone for five minutes.”

“Eight minutes,” Niall corrects her. “But it felt longer.”

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author’s note: it’s the final chapter, guys. i cannot believe it took me less than a year to finish this (pretty sure this is the shortest amount of time i took to finish a fic) and as usual, it’s bittersweet to finish a story but this time, it’s even more bittersweet because i’m not sure if i’ll be writing another story in the future (it’s a bit unclear for me at the moment). so this could either be my final story in this 1dff community or... i might change my mind and post that fic that has been sitting in my gdoc for over a year now. aaaaanyway, i got sidetracked but i just wanna say: thank you thank you thank you to everyone who read this, you guys are the reason why i continued writing even when it’s the last thing i wanted to do. ily x

“I shouldn’t have punched you,” Owen says, his eyes fixed on the glass in his hand. His voice is low enough that only Niall could hear him. “It was a shitty move.”

“I deserved it.”

Owen looks up, his brows knitting. There’s a flash of guilt in his eyes, his face stricken. “That’s the thing. I thought you did too. But now…” he trails off, his fingers tracing the rim of the glass as he once again avoids Niall’s eyes.

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“I mean, I’m sure he likes you. He’d be an idiot not to but—”

“I get it,” Alexandra interjects. She wants this conversation to end — desperately. “And I’m okay with it.”

“You are?” It’s obvious Tash doesn’t believe her. According to her best friend, Alexandra Oh is the worst liar ever. “You’re okay with the fact that the guy you like is still hung up on his ex?”

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“You must be Alexandra,” Breena says, smiling, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“I-Yes, I’m Alexandra,” she replies, extending a hand, which Breena takes. “It’s nice to meet you. Again.”

“Oh. Right. We went to the same school,” Breena laughs softly as she pulls her hand away.

Niall frowns at her. He doesn’t know if Alexandra can hear it but he can. The undertone in Breena’s voice when she said those words — something cutting and unfriendly.

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“I think Owen and I are over? I don’t know. Fuck. I don’t know. I just—I really need to talk to someone.”

“Bree—” he tries to interject. Tries to tell her that he’s not the person she should turn to. That he can’t be the person she confides in anymore. But before he can get another word out, she cuts him off, panic in her voice.  

“Niall, please. I need to talk to you. I don’t… I don’t have anyone else. Just you.”

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