Chasing Pavements - A Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 22: Superstar

Sometimes the worse feeling in the world can be feeling like you didn’t exist, and that’s what Becca was feeling. It would have been one thing if she felt like she had been left out of the Twitcam. It was another when Niall basically denied she existed at all. Hearing him actually say out loud that he didn’t have a girlfriend and being in the room while he did was gut wrenching. It felt like someone had extracted her heart from her chest and slammed it to the floor. They then proceeded to dance all over it. 

The Twitcam started off kinda casual. Niall goofed around on the guitar until he and Darren started to play FIFA. She stayed in the background. She was sure she could be heard moving about the flat as she grabbed a beer from the fridge or played with one of the cats. She actually hadn’t said anything, but she figured she could be heard. Becca watched as Niall would turn every few minutes to answer questions from fans watching. She even tweeted a couple just to throw Niall off. Not that he actually saw any of them. She had texted a few times to also mess with him, to see if he would blush when she sent him something somewhat dirty or chuckle when she’d send him some stupid pun. He wouldn’t, though a few times he did something off the wall to cover it up. She only knew he was covering it up by what he would text her. When the question popped up, she was leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. She had a half eaten cookie in her hand that fell to the floor when he said he didn’t have a girlfriend. 

It wasn’t just that he said it that made the statement so jarring. It was how he said it too. So casual like it was nothing. He just turned back to his game as if she weren’t standing in the room with him. He did manage to glance at her when he leaned back. Her eyes were wide, and she quickly looked down at the cookie on the floor. Little Bit was already trying to eat it. Becca quietly shooed the grey cat away and picked it up. She stood there a moment before disappearing into the kitchen to toss the cookie into the trash. As she returned to the living room, she pointed in the direction of the bedroom to indicate she was going in there. She didn’t want Niall to see she was upset. That wasn’t really what he needed with everything going on. His friends were in town. He had just found out that his knee was bad enough that it would need surgery. He and the boys were working on finalizing the album. She didn’t want him to add upsetting his overly sensitive girlfriend to the list. 

Passing the guestroom, she stopped in to grab her backpack off the bed. She figured she could write until she could face Niall again. Becca just wanted to lick her wounds. That’s all. When she felt better, she’d return to the living room. That really wasn’t the case. As she sat on Niall’s bed with her writing notebook and pen in hand, she could hear the Twitcam continuing. She really hadn’t expected Niall to go after her. Even with the Twitcams, Niall had to be a little wary of what he did concerning Becca. She knew that’s why he said he didn’t have a girlfriend, but she couldn’t stop her feelings from being hurt. It wasn’t like with the interview where he practically told everyone he had a girlfriend and then covered it up. At least then he just danced around the issue, but he hadn’t dance around it that night. He flat out said that he didn’t have a girlfriend. He said she didn’t exist, and that’s what stung about it. She understood why he did it. She didn’t fault him for it either. In a way, she felt as if she were back in high school. Niall had reduced her to feeling like a whiny teenage girl upset that her boyfriend didn’t greet her first when he arrived at school. 

Becca wasn’t really sure how much time had passed, but eventually Niall did join her in the bedroom. He climbed over her far enough to rest his head on her stomach. “You disappeared.” 

“I was making too much noise,” she said. 

“I don’t think so,” he said, nuzzling her stomach. “You were bored, weren’t ya?” He smiled up at her. 

She shook her head. “No.”

He lifted her shirt a little to kiss over her skin. “You could have stayed. You’re my good luck charm.”