"I can see the stars from America, I wonder, do you see them, too?"
"I miss her lads." Niall sighed, lying on the gravel of the rooftop of some hotel in the middle of god knows where in America. Harry chuckled from beside him.
"You'll get used to it." He gave Niall a supportive pat on the back and began to walk towards the tour bus.
"It hurts, so fucking bad" Harry turned round to see a distressed Niall
"Mate, I know there's nothing I can say which will help you right now and I know it hurts but just think she's staring at the same sky."
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Niall Horan Imagines and Preferences
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