On the Verge; A One Direction Fanfiction.

Chapter 8

Well, guys, last chapter for the night! I have been hearing good things so I hope everyone is really liking the story... It's a lot of fun to write! Again, any constructive criticism is totally welcome! Also, go check out my other story; "The Ghost of a Girl; a One Direction fanfiction". It's only 1 Chapter so far, hah .(:

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I didn't look back. I left the boys behind, I left all of my love behind, I just left.I didn't know where I was going, I barely even knew what city we were in. Actually, I did know that last one. We were in New York. Ugh, I really don't like big cities. Wandering into a park, I sat down on a bench and cried some more. I didn't have anything now. The only thing I had to my name was my phone, which my mother paid for, and the credit card in my back pocket. Which was Niall's. Well, I figure, I might as well use it on a hotel roomat least for tonight. 

I check into the hotel room, and I just lay on the bed. The last time I was in a hotel room was the day I met the boys. God, what did I do to deserve this? I can't believe I did what I did. Really, Celia, why would you do this to yourself? Why would you do this to Niall and Harry? Why?!

My phone rings, slightly muffled by the fabric of my sweats. I answer it, defeated. It's Niall. I don't want to pick up, don't think I can stomach talking to him right now. I do answer it, though, because I just need someone right now.

"Celia, where are you?" He demands, wasting no time on greetings. I skip over the Hello as well.

"I'm in a hotel, clearing my mind. I know you guys don't want to be around me, Niall. It's better if I just stay here..." I say, sighing. What did he expect me to say?

"Fine. Stay as long as you want. Keep the credit card. I don't care." He says, exasperated, and hangs up. I burst out in tears again, any hope I had left gone.

*   SIX MONTHS LATER   *

That night was the last time I spoke to Niall or Harry. I figured they had just forgotten about me, you know? I hadn't forgotten about them, but I'd definitely moved on with my life. I'd made a habit out of singing in the park for tips, and one day a guy in a suit strolled over to me and handed me his card. I googled him to make sure it was legit, and lo and behold it was. So, within a year, all of my dreams were like fufilling themselves.

Today was my first day in the studio, and I was nervous. I was supposed to be singing the song I'd written myself, about me and Niall, but I was terrified. Luke, my agent, told me to hurry up because another band needed the space in an hour. Ugh. Okay, okay, okay. I took a deep breath, gave the signal, and started singing.

"It was never easy to be me

but you made it all go away

with your blue eyes you could see

me dealing with the pain every day

you swept me off of my feet

you took my mind off of it

I hope that again we'll meet

and I can apologize for all of this..."

I trailed off when a member of the other band walked in. His dark skin, black hair, and big brown eyes were unmistakable. It was Zayn. Niall was in this building. Any chance of redemption I had was here, right in front of me, and I was wasting time singing.

Hold up. I was going to end my recording session to go talk to a guy who pretty much said he never wanted to see me again? What was I thinking? Besides, they had the space after me, right? What if... What if what? There was no what if. Until the door opened again, making a blonde haired guy visible. 

"Niall?" I said, not realizing the mic was still on.

"Celia?!" He cried, incredulous. Oh, crap. The door opened wider still, and in walked Harry. Double crap.

"Celia?!?" He practically screamed, his eyes darting between me and Niall. Niall turned and stormed out of the small room, with me right behind. Gee, this seemed to happen a lot when we were together, didn't it? Pushing past Harry as he tried to talk to me, I found Niall in the waiting room, wearing a red polo not unlike the one he'd worn the first time we'd gone out.

"Niall, please, hear me out. I.. I miss you so much." I said, tears prickling my eyes. He looked up at me, as his phone rang. The name on screen said Olivia, and I instantly felt sick. My feeling got worse as he answered the phone.

"Hey, baby. I, uhm, just got into the studio. Can I call you later? Okay, bye. Love you." and hung up. Feeling like an idiot, I was about to run away when he spoke again.

"Celia, you hurt me really bad. But I miss you too... I don't know what to do. I'm with Olivia now, and I really like her." Shaking his head, he looked at me with huge blue eyes. I nodded, and spun on my heels. I ran back into the studio, slamming into Harry.

"Celia! What are you doing here?" He asked, looking happy to see me.

"I'm, uh, I got a recording contract. I'm supposed to be singing now, actually..." I replied, remembering why I was here.

"Well, go finish your session. Could we maybe talk later, though?" He asked, and I couldn't say no.

This was going to be another long night...

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