Camp Popstar (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

21. Heartache

🎶When you cry I, wipe away all of your tears...🎶

Chapter 21: Heartache🍀

(CRYSTALS POV)

I didn't realise how many cracks were in the ceiling of my tour bus until that day. Counting cracks in my bus' bedroom ceiling distracted my mind from the one boy I was trying to get over. Niall. This was so much harder than getting over Nick. I wondered if Niall had read the paper I'd given him yet. I don't know why I even gave him that paper. It was true, yeah, but it didn't do any good.

We weren't together anymore; it was only summer love. But for me...it felt like so much more. But we knew our managements wouldn't allow it. That was obvious. They wanted Niall to date a fan, and they wanted me to date a boy who wasn't so huge on the media. I sunk further into the bus' couch, silent tears streaking my cheeks. I can't do this. I seriously can't. I just fell in love with him, for God's sake.

I grabbed my headphones from the table nearby and pushed them over my ears, desperate for any way to rid myself of this grief I felt. Violently plugging the headphones into my iPod and pressing shuffle, I leant back onto the couch and closed my eyes.

"Circles, we're going in circles, dizzy's all it makes us..." Dammit. One direction. Fresh tears gathered in my eyes as the song played, so I did the only non-painful option. I pressed through 8 different songs until I found one that didn't relate in any way to Niall Horan.

"Crystal. Crystal. CRYSTAL." The voice of my manager Aaron snapped me from my thoughts. Pulling my headphones off frustratedly, I glared up at my manager.

"Aaron." I stated with a smile, a tad peeved.

"You know how you've broken up with Nick? Yeah, word spreads fast. Well, we've decided that in exactly two months, we'll be giving you a fake boyfriend!" My manager sounded absolutely ecstatic at the idea. My jaw dropped. A fake boyfriend. In two months? I couldn't get over Niall that fast! This was to much. My mind was easily confused, and this was not helping my case. I let out the biggest possible groan and pulled my headphones back on, cranking the volume as high as I could without busting my eardrums. This was all to much.

I needed Niall. He always helped me with this... At the thought of Niall I burst into another round of tears, completely ignoring the bewildered expression of Aaron as he watched me cry. I need Niall. But he can't take me back; our managements would never allow it.

*TWO MONTHS LATER*

(NIALLS POV)

"and if you-u-u, want me to-o-o...lets make a move, yeah..."

"STOP! That's great boys. Great. Rehearsals are done for today. Concert starts at 8:00, make sure your all ready." Our sound check manager grinned. But my mind was somewhere else. As usual. Somewhere it shouldn't be. Crystal. She's always in my mind. Constantly, pulling my heart apart. She was mine, but not for long at all.

"Mate...you might wanna check twitter." Liam told me suddenly, staring at his phone in a mixture of shock and worry as we exited the stage. "But...be open minded, okay?" Liam added, looking a bit sympathetic.

Confused, I nodded and pulled out my phone. Liam pointed to a tweet; the first tweet on my feed. I clicked it hesitantly, enlarging the message.

'Thanks for the amazing date, @harrystyles. What a gentleman too ;)' the tweet read. I casually let my eyes drift to who tweeted it. Crystal. Sanchez. My crystal. With Harry? Hold up...What?!?!

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*le gasp*

~Aimee :) x