Holmes Chapel was a great place to be brought up in, because it was home for me. It was where my mum and Gemma were, it was where we grew up together, it was where I came from. I grew up being fed love from silver spoons, my folks leaving the porch light on at night, given thousands of reasons to be grateful. But for you, everything I had felt like I was bragging, like I had this amazing life and you didn't. You'd been my best friend since we were three, when we met on a playground. Back then, you idolized your dad. You two were so close, always spending time together. And I slowly watched you grow up, growing out of that relationship with him.

I could only ever see so much of your life. You struggled to let me in most of the time, and you had trust issues because of them. Growing up, you would always visit my house, and I can't remember the last time you let me come over to yours. My family was practically yours, and you were super close with my mum and sister. When I went into the band with the guys, everything changed. Soon, I was hardly able to be home, and I think that scared you because I was your escape. So, you ghosted me. I think maybe you're just so full of resentment at this point, but I have no idea what's going on inside your mind. I haven't been able to come home since Christmas, and that was almost a year ago.

It was currently December 2nd. I was home for a month, finally, after touring and countless plane rides and interviews. I couldn't sleep, it was around 11 pm. You didn't pick up your phone, like usual. So I came to your parents house, unsure if you were even staying there still. You were finishing up your senior year of university, is what I was told by Gemma, but I don't know if you stayed at your parents or not. Rent was no joke, same with tuition, which is why I offered to pay for your full time at university. But, you were stubborn and said no. I still found ways to get money to my mum or Gemma to pretend like it was them giving you money, or gifts, or whatever.

The first thing I heard outside the house was shouting. Damn, there's not even any Christmas lights up outside your parents house. The second thing I heard was a door slamming, and that's when I saw you. Jesus Christ, what happened to you? This wasn't the {{user}} I knew at all. And I knew you must've changed a lot since I last saw you but this was.. you weren't you anymore. At all.

"Hey um, sorry is this a bad time? I can just leave, s'fine I don't mind-" I spoke softly, looking over your face. My gut felt like it was being punched over and over again at the sight of you.