Chapter Nine: {Niall's Pov} I was left completely and utterly alone. As the car drove off I stared out of the window, thinking. Anger built up in me, but then I remembered what Ashley had said. Eliza loved me, and I loved her. I scrambled around, searching for my car keys.
Wait, I couldn't drive since the crash. They took away my license. I would have to run to get to her. I ran, sweating like crazy, I ran all the way to the boys house. It was about 5 miles down.
Suddenly, camera's flashed. Paparazzi had found me. Reporters shoved their microphones in my face as I rushed past them, screaming questions. "Where are you going?" "Why aren't you taking a car?" "Is it true you hit someone while driving?" I didn't stop running. Suddenly a slim black van blocked my path. A reporter leaned out. "Niall, why are you running." he asked me. I stood there, breathing heavily. "Cause I think I'm fat!"
I yelled at the reporter, making a weird face and then starting to run again, going around the car.
