In the early morning, Niall Horan sits on the edge of his bed, hands folded, thinking.
At the subway, he boards the train and sits by himself. Across from him, a happy couple share a seat and kiss. He turns his eyes and focuses on the pattern of the seat.
At the bar, he takes a sip of his beer and musters a smile as his friend tells a joke.
In his family room, he and his friends rehearse a few songs. Later in the evening, he walks to the roof of his apartment building and views the high rises in London, the lights still on in the buildings.
Hand in his pocket, he walks down the street, the flourescent yellow from the streetlights shining on him.
Niall Horan hasn’t been able to sleep. Every night, he’s been waking before his alarm. He sits on his bed, waiting for the sun to rise. The days have been long since the love of his life left.
As he takes the train, he sees happy couples and thinks of the love of his life. He had grown up with her and thought she knew of his feelings. However, his confession startled her. She told him she was complicated and a mess, someone who would exhaust him with her emotions. He explained that she could talk to him. He would help her any way he could. Then, one day she was gone. He had no way to contact her.
He drinks with his friends, who try to cheer him up and distract him with beer. They ask him about his songs and he shows what he’s written so far. They read the lyrics and tell him it’ll be okay.
At night, he wanders on the rooftop and walks the sidewalk, searching for her. She doesn’t live far. He could run into her while out for groceries. Maybe he’ll see her on the way to one of her favorite cafes for tea. She can’t just disappear. She can’t. She has to be somewhere.
Director: Malia James Year: 2017
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