chapter eight.
POV: Elaine
The horrendous beeps of the cars behind me made me feel agitated. I was driving too slow that cars began to overtake, I wasn't sure if this is a nice idea.
As I get closer to the arena, I felt a chill ran across my body. It was so dark that grasses appear to be pitch black. The arena was completely somber, which I find a little spooky. It's funny that just hours ago it was filled with bright colors that illuminated the entire place and now, it looks completely dark that you can't even decipher how the arena looks.
I sighed and pulled up to the driveway just beside the arena entrance. I walked slowly near to a young man I could vision standing just underneath the dim-lit light post. He looked familiar.
I crossed my eyebrows and scrunched my nose as my eyes adjust to the darkness.
Holy shit. Is this really happening?
My eyes widened, not wanting to believe who I was seeing—Niall. I cupped my mouth to prevent myself from squealing. I fixed my eyes on him, unable to contain my smile.
I stood awkwardly before him, not knowing what to say. "Hey, hi. Are you, uh, lost?" He asks politely.
"No, I guess not." I mumbled. This couldn't be real. Maybe I am hallucinating. He can't be Niall. "Are you really who I think you are because—oh my God?"
He chuckled and then nodded. "Yeah."
I froze. It really was him. "I don't mean to be nosy but are you waiting for someone?" I asked feeling quite tensed.
"Yeah, uhm," He answers, bringing his phone out—what what?
"Is that my phone?" I blurt.
"What? I don't know, is this yours?" he asked, throwing the question back to me. "I just found this along the hallway to the backstage and I am actually waiting for the owner of this here."
I'm pretty sure it was mine because I had the exact same silver case with the one Niall was holding, but I can't claim it is mine right away, what if it belongs to someone else that happened to be similar with mine?
"I was a little surprised to see my face as it's lockscreen, though." he chuckled.
"It's mine." I spoke, feeling my cheeks tint with color. I figured it couldn't be anyone else's if that's the case. I wanted to know if he found it weird, but I know he's too nice to say that he did.
"So, you're the one who I was talking to through message earlier?" he asked as his face lit up.
"Uhm, yeah?" I grinned. "Thank you, by the way, I owe you one." It felt a little strange that I did not switch to my fangirl-mode and rather remained calm and composed, much more of a normal person having a normal conversation with a prominent person.
"No problem." he smiled. "Were you there at the meet and greet too? I know I've seen you somewhere, I'm just not sure where." he questions as he hands the phone to me.
"Yeah." I nodded.
"I guess it's goodbye for now." He smiles once again. "They should be looking for me, I snuck out just to give it to you though. Paul's pretty strict about us being prompt to our flight." He scratches his head, a lopsided grin on his face.
"Yeah, sure." I returned his smile. "Oh and thank you so much for giving my phone back. It means a lot to me." I fought the urge to hug him for I know he would find it gauche, I wouldn't want things to end that way before we part ways.
He looked sideways, waving his hand to me and crossing the street. His figure slowly shrank as he walked away from where I was.
"I snuck out just to give it to you though." his voice is constantly playing through my head as I walk back to my car. I smiled to myself.
I got in and started the engine. As the clock ticked by, all I could think of was Niall.
