I miss you, it's not hard for me to admit it, I sincerely think that you are the love of my life. We were together even before I was part of "One Direction". But for things that I still cannot understand, you broke up with me more than a month ago.

I don't know if the fame overwhelmed you, if the whole issue of paparazzi and fans made you nervous, or if I was just the problem, but I really would give anything for you to come back to me.

I have written you I don't know how many messages, voice notes in your voicemail. You still don't respond. I know that sometimes I can be even pushy, but I really need to hear your voice.

The boys have decided to take me out of the house to cheer me up a bit. I've had, I don't know, five beers and some shots... I'm quite drunk to be honest, I can't stop thinking about you. It's 2 am, but that doesn't stop me from taking the phone out of my pocket and dialing your number.

"please pick up the phone... please" I say in a whisper, my head spinning as people dance around me. “i need to hear your voice…”