chapter seven.
POV: Elaine
I would have told Niall that I love him but the officer was insisting we already leave the room. I hold his gaze for a little longer, hoping to at least tell it to him that way. His oceanic blue eyes glimmered as they stare back at me and I felt my heart flutter. For a minute there, it was like as if it was only the two of us in the room.
My senses snapped back to reality as I was being led out of the room by the officer. I didn't get the chance to bid my goodbye even. The rest of the girls were murmuring to each other their experiences, each showing the pictures they took with the boys. While I, on the other hand, have my head hanging low; unable to accept that fact that this had to end.
The minutes ticked by, and all I could wish was that I could turn back time. I didn't want this night to end. I didn't want any of these to end.
I let out a deep sigh. We then reached the gates where the officer left us on our own. I had to, of course, say goodbye to them as well. Right after doing so, dad pulled up across the street and rolled his windows down, motioning for me to come in. I said my goodbyes once more and jogged towards the car.
I get in in an instant, slamming the door shut and casting one last look at the arena where the people were already busy clearing up the place. Dad broke the silence.
"So, how was it?" he asked, glancing at me by the rearview mirror before starting the engine. He hits the pedal and we sped off.
"It was—I don't know how to explain it. It was unbelievable. Every second." I felt glum just recalling what had happened hours ago.
The ride back home was quieted, the sound of the trees dancing with the wind audible enough. The moon shone bright amidst the dark skies. The sight itself was breathtaking. Today seemed to be indescribably perfect and smooth-flowing.
We were already parking at the garage before I even knew it. My mind kept drifting off to the concert that I came to conclude it is impossible for me to get over it. As we were walking towards the doorstep, the door flew open and there stood mom with a big smile on her face, acting like as if it has been years since we last saw each other.
"How was it, how was it?" She asked giddily.
I smiled at her enthusiasm.
"Can I see your pictures? How close were you to them? Give me the details!" She demanded, shadowing behind me as I went to fish for my phone inside my bag.
"Okay, wait a sec. Don't be too excited." I shook my head.
"I can't believe I refused to come! I should have seen—what is his name again?—Zack?" She hoisted her head up towards the ceiling, thinking.
I glared at her. "It's Zayn."
"Sure, whatever you say. Now, let me see 'em."
I rummage through my bag, my heart thumping nervously with the failure of finding my phone. Where is it? I ask myself, checking the pockets and pouches. It was nowhere inside my bag.
I glanced back up only to dad looking at me intently, he must have been thinking the same thing as I am. Mom's excitement was replaced with indifference and growing worry.
Shit. "Oh my god." I murmured.
"What?" They both said simultaneously, exchanging looks and then looking back at me.
I felt my palms sweat, I knew how badly dad would treat this. He hates losing things. More so if it's something very valuable. "I—"
"Where is it?" Dad's voice was profound though I could still feel him curb his rage.
