A/N* Im so sorry that I havent updated in a while. And I know this chapter isnt as long, but I did include some action! I'm pretty pleased with it, and I hope you are too! Vote/Comment if you like it! Let me know what you think should happen next!
Chapter 4
*Ruby's POV*
I slowly walked down the airplane's steps and into the loud and crowded terminal. A nauseating wave of panic washed over me. What if someone recognized me? Or worse, what if someone found out where I was staying?
I came here to escape to escape the wrath of a billion girls, not to be hunted down and tortured again. I don’t think that I would be able to handle another attack like the one I'd come under last month.
*Flashback* After I sent out a stupid tweet and Niall Horan had jokingly proposed to me on Twitter during one of his LiveStream TwitCams, the One Direction fandom had exploded with anger. Within 24 hours, clips of the infamous proposal had gotten millions of hits on YouTube and my name, face and personal information were all plastered across magazines with headlines like "Niall's Secret Fiancé" and "Niall's Mystery Lady". I was cyber bullied for weeks on end. Each day hundreds of tweets would flood in, like waves that I felt myself drowning in. Then finally even my friends got sick of my constant sadness and crying, and they called my parents back home in Ireland. Two days later, I found a one-way plane ticket to Ireland in the mail. *End Flashback*
So here I was. Back home in Ireland. Away from the hatred and the fame, at least for now.
After grabbing my bags from the baggage claim, I headed towards the airport's exit. But my bag's wheels had somehow gotten stuck so I bent down to fix them. Not the best idea, especially in the middle of a busy airport. As soon as I stood up, thankful that no one had tripped over me, I slammed into a guy who was talking frantically on his phone and we both fell over landing on our butts. How classy.
"Jesus Christ! Are you blind?" I muttered, and began to quickly pick up my belongings.
Apparently this guy thought it would be a good idea to give me sass. And after 4 hours of sleep in the past 3 days, I didn't care if he was the President, I was not having it.
"Yeah, maybe I am blind. Do you think blind jokes are funny?" he mimicked my irritated tone.
I looked up to see who this asshole was. He had slightly quiffed blond hair with random streaks of brown. His skin was incredibly pale underneath the thin tank top he was wearing. Clear braces. Snapback. Green Supras. Dark Ray-Bans sunglasses. Irish accent.
Life was not working out for me. Not today.
I instantly turned my head, avoiding eye contact with him. I grabbed a handful of the things that I dropped, and chucked them in my purse, not caring if I forgot something. I shot up off the ground, grabbed my suitcase and literally ran towards the exit.
I heard him calling after me, saying that I'd forgotten something. I didn't give a damn what it was, and kept my eyes focused on what was in front of me. I didn't dare look back. I finally walked through the automatic doors of the airport and was greeted by a blast of cool air. Even though it was summer, Ireland was still cooler than New York in the fall.
I quickly hailed a taxi and got in, my was heart still racing from the encounter with him. I caught my breath and told the driver the address. Slowly, my heart rate went back to normal and I closed my eyes, feeling like an escaped prisoner, content for the moment, but paranoid that my past would catch up with me.
20 minutes and 40 Euros later, I was enjoying tea with my grandmum and granddad in the garden of our family's home. Although I'd lived in New York for 2 years, I still felt homesick every now and then. Now, I realized how good it felt to be back home, surrounded by familiar faces and people that loved me.
I was safe for the moment. Safe from Niall Horan.
