What Now? | N.H.

Chapter 34 | Take Me Back

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"Niall! Where are you going, mate?" Liam calls out after Niall as he sprints off the stage as soon as the concert ends.

"Cover for me will ya?" He's jogging backward now towards the exit.

"But-"

"Just trust me. I might be doing something stupid but, I need to do it." Liam stops jogging after him and lets him run off to god knows where.

"Where's he going?" Harry comes up behind him.

"No idea," He says not taking his eyes off of the Irish lad as the door shuts behind him.

"And we're not worried?"

"Nope," Something about this situation makes Liam feel like it's the right thing for Niall to do, even if he doesn't have the slightest clue of what he's doing.

"Alright," Harry pats him on the shoulder and walks past him towards the dressing room. He has no reason not to trust either of them and he trusts Niall's judgment most of the tie so he's not worried.

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Come on you stupid piece of crap," Niall shouts at the car as the engine stalls each time he turns the key. He pumps his fists in the air when it finally starts and pulls out of the parking lot alarmingly fast. His heart racing at a million miles an hour but, there is not a single shadow of a doubt that he's making the wrong decision.

He pulls on a sweatshirt and flips the hood over his head before stepping out of the Range Rover. He finishes the look with a pair of sunglasses and keeps his head down trying his best to get through the airport unnoticed. He doesn't have a bodyguard with him and he's in a hurry to catch the next flight to where he's going.

He successfully makes it onto the plane without being stopped or seen by anybody. He can't stop fidgeting in his seat, earning him weird looks from the people sat around him. His mind is too preoccupied to bother acknowledging them. "Six hours." He sighs and wrings his hands together. "Six hours. That's it just calm down," By now everyone probably thinks he's insane, watching as he talks to himself.

As soon as the plane takes off he whips out a headset and plugs it into the screen in front of him, hoping a movie will give him something else to focus on besides the nerves multiplying inside of him. He knows there's no way he's going to be able to sleep and he's probably going to be extremely jet-lagged for a good day or two. He picks out a film and tries to get comfortable in the cramped airplane seats it seems nearly impossible but, he thinks he's managed when his body is contorted in weird angles and he feels somewhat comfortable, or as comfortable you can get on a plane.

"Six more hours,"

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"Hey Di, you want to order some food?" Gigi asks flopping down on the couch next to Diana, laying her feet across her lap.

"Only if it's Chinese and you have to order it."

"Hand me my phone," She points at the phone lying on the coffee table.

"Kardashians?"

"Always." I pick one of the many episodes Gigi had recorded and toss the remote on her stomach. She groans and sits up clutching her stomach before her eyes shoot open and she clasps a hand over her mouth. "Sorry... No, I'm okay... Can I get the orange chicken.." She finishes ordering while Diana tries to contain her laughter. "You little bitch! They thought I was dying, she even offered to call 911 for me!" Diana's laughter is cut off as her eyes are trained on the Tv. Her smile had faded as she zones in on the sound. "Hey, you okay?" Gigi asks noticing the shift in her behavior. She pans over to the television to see what she's looking at when she doesn't answer.