That Magical Summer

Chapter 43

“So Rob did you hear about the young British boy band is in town?” you watched the tv news reporter turn to the other. 

“Yes I sure did Darcy. Oh—and correction—British-Irish boyband,” you watched the peppy reporter chatter back and forth with the same dummy smile on their faces. You cringed just at the word Irish.

“Oh yes that’s right Rob. They’re made up of 4 British and 1 Irish. How could I forget? The Irish is the cutest,” she laughed to herself with a sip of coffee. 

“Well anyways. The hit band had their first concert last night. And their having their final one tonight at the Rosemount Concert Arena before they head down south to Florida,” he turned to the camera, “And with that. We’ll be back right after the break.” You cleared your throat snatching the remote from Ellie’s grasp. You had to stop watching the news.

“Don’t act like you’re okay either Ellie. I know how much you like Louis,” you shook out your head stringing hanging cheese into your mouth. 

“True,” she said putting down her plate, “I do really like him. But I don’t think it’s love. You and Niall, that’s love.” 

“It’s not love Ellie. If it were love we would be together right now,” you said crushing the innocent coke can between your knuckles. You threw it off to the side, hitting the carpet to your right. You leaned back against the couch. It’s hard to be constantly thinking about someone you can’t have.

“Well whose fault is that?” she questioned. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” you shot back. You felt your fingers tense up, clasping themselves against the couch cushions beneath you. You thought you were stronger than this. 

“Well you were the one who ran out the other day,” she reminded crushing her coke can as well, throwing it to join yours. Your jaw tensed. You’ve been shutting out that day. You should’ve never ran out on him like that, but better yet, you should’ve never even gone to meet up with them. 

“Yeah. I remember,” you grumbled. It was stupid to think that everything was just going to fall back in place. That you would suddenly not to be angry with him for leaving, that you suddenly wouldn’t have to tell yourself to stop thinking about him, that you would just see him and instantly fall in love again. 

“Why don’t we talk about something other than that yeah?” she suggested. But that was a lie. Because you had taken one look at him, and fallen in love again.

“But I can’t stop thinking about him,” Ellie was the one person you could be honest with right now. It’s hard to describe love and what it does to you. It’s incredibly difficult to see a person and try to restrain from kissing them, but that’s what you did. And when times get rough for you, you run. It’s really not easy to tell a person what love is. 

“Y/N,” she mumbled. Love is something that is indescribable, a supernatural feeling that makes you feel just plain amazing. Love is stronger than any force. “You have to forget.” But you’re weak. You couldn’t forget. If love was really everything it was supposed to be, you would be stronger than this. You were trying hard to get the fairytale version of love out of your mind. And focus on the reality love. The love that isn’t perfect. 

“I can’t do this,” you shook your head. Love is the energy that always wins. Because it’s stronger than you are. 

“Can’t do what?” you heard Ellie call to you baffled. But you were already out the door.  

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“Turn left in—1/2 a mile—“ the electronic robot in your GPS shot out orders to you as your swerved to a swift left. “Destination on your—right—“ Your car screeched to a stop in front of the one empty parking meter. 

“Crap,” you murmured slamming the door to your beaten down Toyota and locking it. The swarm of hyper teenage girls were emptying out of the buzzing arena. You ignored the parking meter running towards the big stadium. Everywhere you passed there were cliques of girls, dressed in the all-out One Direction merchandise, holding signs and water bottles. Everyone was yelling, everyone was singing, everyone was happy. You pushed your way through the little girls, trying to stay concentrated on the door. The wave of people were currenting the opposite way from you, stopping you from ripping through them. 

“Hey watch it!” one mom said holding her daughter closer at her side. You rolled your eyes mumbling a quick apology and rushing past them. Even if you did make it past all these people, into the arena, there was hardly a chance the boys would still be here. Niall had once told you that right after the concerts they go backstage straight to the bus. If they were to stay around any longer they would just get mobbed. You tried tuning out all the frenzied comments about the concert. You didn’t want to hear all about the boys rocking the stage, the amazing set list, how Niall nailed all his solos… 

“Hold it right there missy. Nobody’s allowed back in. Please go back out that way,” the burly security guard ordered, swaying her hand back to the direction of the exiting fans. You had finally made it to the giant doors to the stadium. 

“No. You gotta listen to me,” you huffed, “Please officer—“ 

“Hey! Aren’t you Y/N Y/L/N?! Niall’s girlfriend?!” your eyebrows peaked as you flew around to face a bold, young girl and her group of friends. 

“Er we um—No—I mean yes, yes! I’m Niall’s girlfriend!” your invisible lightbulb flashed yellow, “Yes officer. I’m Niall Horan’s girlfriend. Let me in please.” You saw the look on the guard’s face that didn’t believe you. She turned back to the little girls who were nodding frantically. 

“Okay go ahead,” the officer stepped to the side. You looked back at the girls with hopeful eyes mouthing a quick thank you before running into the arena. You stopped within ten steps of the open amphitheater. The lights were switched off except for one big one pointing to something. You squinted your eyes, staring back at the monstrous stage a football field’s length in front of you. There was no one here.

“No,” you mumbled twirling around. All the bleachers, and seats were already taken away. Damn they work fast. The place was empty. You were standing in front of the lit stage, without an idea in mind. The drumsets, the stage blocks, the colorful lights? All gone. Your eyes lingered to corner of the stage. That’s it. You bolted against the scrawny, soled floors. You ran up onto the stage, your breath catching a hold of you. You darted to the left of the stage. Backstage. There was a large, velvet curtain holding you back from going further. You fell to your knees, pulling up on the hem of the red, drape. It was really heavy. You heaved it over your shoulder, about to go under it. But there was something. There was something on the other side of the curtain. 

Darkness. 

You groaned out with annoyance, beginning to rethink yourself. Why would you think you could just come back here? Come back and find Niall? That he would even still be here? How could you think you would even make it on time? Everything you do these days is just stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. You turned, thrashing the dense curtain to the floor of the stage. A small tear ran from your eye, knowing this was the stupidest of your plans yet. It was over. They were going to Florida. And you were left alone. Here. 

“Y/N?”