When Boy Meets Girl

Chapter 13

Over the next few weeks, I received several calls from Andy, asking how I was doing and saying he was sorry. I refused to answer them. Niall and I were much better off now and recently Lacey had been getting on his nerves and vice versa. Lacey had been annoying me too, always complaining about how Harry wouldn't take her back and how cute Louis was even though he had a girlfriend and how how she wished Louis would cheat on Eleanor for herself.

"Shut up," I finally told her. "You should be happy that youre still here. The only reason why youre still here is because you're related to a member of the band." She stuck her tongue out playfully because she thought I was joking. I was not joking.

After awhile of touring, it was getting boring. The more places we went, the less interested I became and the more tired everyone else got.

"I want to go home," I said one day.

"Why?" someone asked.

"I'm going home," was my answer. I packed up my suitcases before Niall could object and bought a plane ticket back to London.

"Chris, don't leave! I'm going to be lonely," he said as he drove me to the airport. I shrugged.

"You'll see me again, I promise," I assured him giving him a kiss.

"I'll be with you soon," he said, dropping me off at the gate. I waved goodbye and was excited as Niall drove away. I was free at last. I didn't have to stay cooped up in hotels anymore, I was going back to my life.

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The first thing I did when I got back to London was eat at my favorite restaurant then go straight to my flat where I slept soundly for a long time. My phone buzzed, waking me up. A call from Niall. As much as I wanted to hear my baby's voice, I just wanted to relax and be away from famous people for awhile. Then I got a text from Harry. 'hey I just flew in to London. Can you pick me up?' I thought they still had cities left, but then I remembered that they had plenty of breaks and were always going home. I wondered why Niall hadn't taken a break to visit me yet. And I wondered why Harry couldn't just be picked up in a limo like usual. Nonetheless, I hauled over to the airport to get him and we were swarmed by paparazzi and nothing had changed.

"I hate you all!" I screamed at the photographers and the fans. "Just go away!"

"Well someone needs to calm themselves," Harry said.

"A thank you would be nice. I don't want to deal with these people. I was having a nice Saturday until this," I stated grumpily. Harry hugged me out of nowhere and said thank you.

"Okay, okay get off of me. I don't want Niall to give you a black eye or anything."

"Well actually I have to tell you something about Niall." Harry looked down at his hands. "That's why I came here. To save you from getting hurt." The way Harry was talking, it sounded like Niall was going to murder me or something. "Niall, he's, he's, he's cheating on you!" Harry blurted, "You deserve so much more I ca-." I swerved the car off the road and Harry slammed into the side door.

"He's what?" I asked furiously.