Nobody Compares

Chapter Five- Running Away to a Safer Place

People probably got that picture. I had pictures of me taken every hour of the day. It was scary. "Shit," Niall repeated panicking, "shit, shit, shit!"

I didn't know what to say. This was to forward. He didn't like me though. He couldn't. He was younger than me too. And to the world I just got out of a relationship with Bo. If I actually got caught, and Bo saw, he would probably go out into the public and say something like 'She just got out of our relationship. I thought we were real, but I guess not.' It angered me.

"Harry is going to kill me!" When Niall said that I realized how bad this looks on my part. Niall kissed me. I kissed Niall. The security will probably release the pictures too. I was caught red handed. I would lose some fans. I would have so many rumors started. Henry might not even approve. The worst thing, if we were to possibly date, and Henry didn't like the idea, he couldn't stop the pictures for being released. He wouldn't stop people from seeing them. "Your brother is going to shoot me. We all promised that we can't date each others families, and we can't have anything with them. I just broke that promise. Shit." 

"What the fuck, Niall?! We have worse to worry about! We were caught. We were caught red handed. Do you understand how many people probably got our picture? This is terrible on my part! I just got out of a relationship 3 freaking days ago!" 

I stormed with my bags out of the mall. When I turned the corner to go to the elevators I caught a glimpse of Niall. He had his head in his hands, still sitting. He just ruined partial my career. He can find his own way back to MY house.

I sped home without any tickets, which helped me calm down. When I got home there wasn't any fans outside. I marched angrily inside. When I got inside Harry was on the phone.

"She just got in," Harry said.

I sent him a scolding look and marched upstairs. I slammed the door hoping not to wake my father. I didn't even know if he was home. He was dating a woman and sometimes he stayed there. I haven't seen him since the beginning of my tour. 

I flipped my laptop on, and searched me and Niall. Luckily nothing was uploaded yet. I followed some people on Twitter. When I clicked on the interactions I saw I was called ugly and worthless a few times. It hurt, it did. These people I never met were calling me worthless and ugly. Honestly, I had to agree.

Sometimes I wondered why we were living. Life seems like a brittle paper. It's like one side is good, one is dark and worthless. I felt like I should feel the sunny, happy side. Instead I was depressed. I wanted to break the brittle paper in half. I didn't want to live. I didn't see the point. 

Despite that I pull through every single time. I always survive. I always get the worst of it too. And these haters think I was a feelingless nothing. Like I didn't feel pain. I didn't feel anything. But in all honestly I did. Every time, I did.

I sighed and closed my eyes. Sleep take to a wonderful place, I beckoned. Soon, it did. And I was happy it did because I heard the door open and close.

When I woke up it was the middle of the night. A late 3 AM. I couldn't get back to sleep, so I slithered down the stairs. My stomach growled loudly. Fuck you Henry, I'm hungry, I'll eat. I took off to the kitchen, and had some soup. It was the canned soup, but it was delicious. This was the most I ate since before my career. 

When I walked back to the living room, I saw it turned 4. I looked at the boys. All sleeping quietly, big smiles on their faces. But something was different. There wasn't a blonde boy. Niall wasn't there.

I ran back upstairs, carrying a small white pill. It was an Ambien. Drowsiness quickly came, and soon I was asleep. 

The bright morning sun broke through the clouds, and into my windowpane. I heard the patter of boys feet hit the hard wood, sending the sound of it throughtout the house.