Camp Popstar (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

20. Don't swear and get over her.

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Chapter 20: DONT SWEAR and get over her.🍀

(NIALLS POV)

Had I done the right thing? Letting her go? Of course I hadent. The right thing was keeping her with me forever. Because she truly was the girl I loved. I'm being so selfish. I guess I had done the right thing. For both of our careers. I let out a deep sigh as I boarded the tour bus, plopping down on a couch and grabbing my guitar.

"You look depressed, Ni." Zayn observed.

"I am." I moaned regretfully, plucking a couple guitar strings.

"I just f*cking lost a beautiful girl who I was completely and totally in love with. Because our stupid a$$ managements wouldn't allow it anyhow..." I cursed, the swear words slipping out before I could think twice.

"DONT SWEAR!" Harry yelled from the other side of the tour bus.

"Sorry. A bit heartbroken over here. You've got nothing to be heartbroken about, Harry! You won the freaking duet duels! I've got so much to be sad about." I yelled back sarcastically. I'm sorry. I was in a right state. Ignoring the silence that fell apon the bus, I began to strum my guitar and softly sing.

"You were mine, for the summer, now me know its, nearly over...feels like snow, in September, but I always, will remember...you were my-y...summer love. You always will be my-y, summer lo-ove." My voice grew steadily weaker as each relatable lyric floated from my memory to my music. Why couldn't I have at least stayed with her. We didnt even ask our managements. Well...It was to late now. I just have to try...try REALLY hard...to get over her.

"Your never going to get over her, are you mate." Liam stated from the kitchen sink. Where he was doing God knows what.

"Yeah.." I sighed lightly, stuffing my guitar away. I wasn't in the mood to talk. Or sleep. Or smile. Or even eat. Crystals beautiful face swam in my mind, illuminating every thought I had.

"The paper!" I whispered to my self, remembering the paper she had given me. I pulled the crumpled thing from my pocket and quickly unfolded it, my eyes widening at the words printed on it. In delicate, familiar handwriting that could only belong to Crystal herself. "I love you." I whispered, tracing the three words with my finger, and the little pink heart she had scribbled at the end. Three words. The three words I'd wanted her to tell me for so long. I couldn't stay strong over this. I folded the paper as neatly as possible, keeping my composure until I reached the bus' bathroom. Slamming and locking the bathroom door, I sunk onto the floor and let it all out. I cried. Letting her written words repeat themselves over and over in my mind. Haunting me, in a way.

She loves me.

She.

Loves.

ME.

I'm nothing special...she's gorgeous, perfect even. And she loves me. But now it was over. Over before it had even really gotten serious. She was my summer love, but I needed her for so much more. I had fallen so hard for her. And I had absolutely no intentions of picking myself up.

"Niall! Niall!" The familiar Doncaster accent of the one and only Louis Tomlinson penetrated my crying fit as he pounded his hand against the bathroom door.

"Stop crying over Crystal and get out here. I'm going to give you a proper lecture..." He told me sternly through the door. I groaned but obliged...unlocking the bathroom door and wiping away the tear streaks from my face. Louis stood there, tapping his foot impatiently. "You think I don't know how you feel. I haven't seen my girlfriend for the entire summer." Louis said, his stern tone changing into sympathy.

"No you don't...you still have your girlfriend." I muttered, my head resting in my hands. Louis sighed, patting my back.

"You love her, don't you." He stated quickly. I nodded, in absolute agreement. I love her, yeah.

"She...told me, that she loved me. For the first time. But she's...not mine, not mine to love anymore. I can't even call her my girlfriend anymore." I stuttered, my breath hitching as I tried not to cry again. Louis let out a deep sigh and patted my back sympathetically.

"You know what they say. If you love something, let it go." Louis told me, before standing up and leaving me to ponder his words. I didn't want to let Crystal go. I couldn't. She's not just 'something'. She's my love. And I can't let love go just like that. I let a tear slip from my eye, falling down my cheek. I miss her already.