I just stared that's all I could do. Stare at my past the guy who left me for fame. I began to tear up. I was absolutely outraged. I ran as fast I could to my room. About 2 minutes later I heard a knock on my bedroom door.
The familiar Irish accent said "Peyton please come out, we have a lot to talk about."
I corrected him "You mean you have a lot to talk about."
Niall barged through the door.
"Peyton what's wrong?"
"Niall just go away!"
"I'm not leaving until you tell me why you are being like this."
I walked right over to the door and unlocked it. He just stared at me waiting for an explanation.
"I'm waiting," he says.
"Fine. Ever since you left I had no one else to talk to to. You called and we skyped some, but eventually we lost all contact. You stopped returning my texts, and you stopped calling. Niall you promise you leaving would not change anything, but it did. You broke your promise."
"Wow I don't know where to start. first of all-", he started to explain, but I could not do it anymore I cut him of.
"I don't want to here you explain to me, it's the past there is no way to make it up to me," I shouted.
Niall just stood there with his mouth gaping at me, until he finally said,"Oh but there is."