dust; n.h.

seven

FLEUR V.

"Niall.. You didn't," I looked him straight in the eyes, backing away slowly. "Shit.. We don't talk anymore, Fleur. It's not like it used to be. No more date nights and picnics, it's all arguments and fighting. Everything I do gets to you, even the most minor things! We're not making plans either. I wasn't happy."

That was his indirect way of attempting to provide reasons on why he did whatever he had done wrong. "Are you fucking serious, Niall?"

"Language, Fleur," He scolds, and I roll my eyes. "You're telling me? Cadhla and I are leaving."

"Cadhla's my kid, Fleur. She's living in my house," He continues to argue, but I ignore him as I storm up to Cadhla's bedroom, ordering her to pack her bags. "Cadhla, baby. We're leaving. Bring your essentials, we'll buy the rest later." She looked confused, but doesn't question it. She was only eight, her perception of love was a little different.

"You can't be serious, Fleur."

"Yes, I can. It's going to be the last time you disrespect me as a person and treat me like dirt. We could have made it work, but oh look, you're the same Niall I knew from the very beginning. Cadhla isn't going to stay here and look at you, her father, who doesn't know how to respect a lady."

I grab Cadhla's hand the moment she says she's done, and I brisk-walk down the stairs and out of the house. Our house, the one we settled on a year before we had Cadhla. I unlock the doors of the Jeep Wrangler, getting in hastily. He stands at the door, making no effort to get us back. He was probably just waiting for us to make a move. We just made his job easier.

"Mom, what's happening?" She asks in her soft demeanour, and I sigh. "We're not going to live with Dad anymore. I've had enough of him. He's not a good influence. You've seen him in bad situations, I've seen the worst. You don't want to live under the same roof."

"Okay Mom. I get it. By the way, what do you mean by 'how he was in the beginning'? What was Dad like? How was your relationship?" She giggles, and I can't help but smile at the fond memories of yesteryears.

"It's a long story, Cadhla."

fin.

"You didn't think you'd actually be able to shake him off, did you?" Rochelle laughs, and I look at her as if to say 'what else?' We were entering the venue they were performing at, Rochelle dressed to impress. It'd been only a week since I'd gone on that date with him, and here I was, about to watch them perform. We'd flown out to Finland since Rochelle wanted to surprise her boyfriend. Last show on the European leg in Helsinki, and she wanted to be there.

We had standing tickets, so we were there rather early, just like other fans. The stadium gates were open and God knows we made a mad dash for the stage. Rochelle was giggling as she ran, probably the fastest I've ever seen her legs go. I had to be burdened with the task of carrying the stupid sign she made. It said 'I travelled 1130.65 miles to be here!' and possibly made me gag. It was cute though, I'll give her that.

The lights were dimming down and the music started blaring from the speakers. There was a huge silly grin on Rochelle's face, and I couldn't help but feel excited. It was my first One Direction concert, plus it was in a different country. She was screaming just like everyone else the moment they stepped onto the stage, and her sign was raised high in the air.

It wasn't until an hour into the concert when Harry was finally in range when he spoke to the crowd. Reading some signs as he asked questions, and his eyes finally landed on our sign. A few rows back, I tried to gain his attention by waving my arms frantically, much to the disgust of the girls around me. It worked though.