Change of Heart (A One Direction & Emblem3 Fan Fiction)

Chapter 41 (SHORT)

Skylar's POV

"What have you done with my boyfriend?" Tiffany shrieked at me on the phone.

I held the phone away from my ear, wincing. "I didn't do anything."

"He threw a knife at Harry that narrowly missed," she screeched. "What did you say to him?"

"I was just venting to him," I insisted, which was the truth. "He sounded perfectly fine."

"Well a bit of advice to you," Tiffany said menacingly. "STAY. AWAY. FROM. MY. BOYFRIEND."

The call ended with a click.

I winced again. That was harsh.

Despite Niall's encouraging words, I still had not called Keaton to try and reconcile things with him. I was way too embarrassed to do so.

It had been an awful two days with my phone ringing constantly from 'round the world. Frantic calls from Eleanor, saying that she thought something was wrong, or spammed texts from the boys, telling me of Niall's strange behaviour, and wanting to know why.

But all I could say was, "I don't know."

It was true. I didn't know why Niall was being all PMS-y or how I could help fix it. Was it possible I'd said something to him that had caused him to almost kill his bandmate?

I had to call him.

Bracing myself for the long-distance charge, I hit the speed dial.

"What do you want?" Niall snapped.

I flinched. "I wanted to see if you were all right."

"I'm fine." 

"You don't sound it," I said, worried now. "Ni, you can talk to me."

"No, I can't," he snapped.

That hurt.

I swallowed. "Niall, what's the matter?"

"None of your business."

Okay, now who's on their man period? I rolled my eyes. "Why can't you tell me?"

"Because I'm not allowed to."

"Who's restraining you?" I found myself asking. "Management? The boys?"

"Tiff," he said stiffly, and I found myself shaking in a rage. I forced it down. I can't believe she won't let him talk to me.

"Niall," I said as softly and kindly as I could. "Do the boys know?"

"No."

"If you're not going to talk to me, maybe you should talk to one of them," I said tightly. "Until March, good bye."

I hung up, tears forming, and finally escaping. I had to get out of his hell hole.

I was in Toronto. A job, sure. Not the one I'd originally wanted.

I had no friends.

No family.

Niall wouldn't talk to me.

His bitch of a girlfriend hated me.

Eleanor was beyond crazy with the thought of being pregnant.

Danielle had joined her dance troupe in Australia.

Ashlyn, for all I know now, hates me and wants me dead.

Keaton is furious with me.

So are the remaining members in both bands.

I had to--no, I WANTED to get out of this hell hole.

I wanted to go back to two years ago, where life had been simpler.

And for once in my life, I really wished I hadn't broken up with Niall.

Angrily, I stood up and headed for my car, wanting to go home.

The streets were a blur of moving objects and lights as I sped down the road, rain pounding down on the windshield.

I heard the honk of a horn, and then a sudden, jarring, impact.

I flew through the windshield and landed hard on the pavement. Spots were forming in my vision.

The last thing I thought before everything went black was, God, please help me. 

The last thing I heard before I passed out was, "She's over there!"

Author's Note:

Haters gonn hate, but IDC. It's a short one, but we get a really big insight into how much Sky is struggling to survive alone in TO.

So...thoughts?