One Way or Another (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 29

I froze in place as Juliann walked away from all of us. My throat was closing up. It was becoming difficult to swallow. Lucas was here. My eyes were wide open, but I couldn't see anything. I felt hard glances burning into my head. I snapped out of my state of shock and saw all the boys staring at me with fearful expressions and concern. I felt tears starting to form in my eyes.

Everyone seemed speechless. I buried my head into Niall's shoulder and cried. Fear built up in my stomach and I felt like I was going to purge. I was uneasy.

"Let's go back to the hotel." Louis practically whispered. I subtly nodded in agreement as I continued to cry.

I heard the other boys leave the booth, waiting for me and Niall. I didn't dare to lift my head from Niall's shoulder. I felt his arm go underneath my legs. He lifted me bridal style out of the booth. The hotel wasn't that far away, so I didn't feel bad for Niall having to carry me. He didn't seem to struggle, though. Occasionally on the walk back, I felt Niall kiss the top of my head. It was a sense of comfort that I enjoyed.

We all eventually reached the hotel. Fans were screaming an shrieking as the boys entered the lobby. It was giving me a headache. They needed to shut up, but I knew they weren't going to. They never would.

Security held back all the fans until we safely reached the lift. We arrived on the floor where all of our rooms were. Niall carried me back to ours, but I noticed the other boys followed us inside. I lifted my head and looked at them all in confusion.

"We're staying with you and Niall tonight." Harry directed towards me. My question was answered.

Niall gently placed me down on the couch. I tucked my legs into my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs. I sat by myself, alone for a few minutes. The boys were talking to each other, privately. I assumed it was about the situation we were currently in.

They all returned to me. Niall looked like he had blown a gasket. He was red and his fists were clenched. The others looked like they've been shouted at. What were they talking about? It was clearly about Lucas being here, but why was Niall yelling at them?

They sat down on the couch beside me. Niall put his arm around me while I stayed in my confined position.

"Are you alright?" I asked Niall. I wiped some tears from my face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He replied. Niall didn't seem to mean a word he said.

"You sure? What happened?" I hated asking, but I felt like I had no choice.

"It was just about what we should do. Don't worry about it." Niall said to me. I didn't want to get into it, so I decided to leave it at that. I knew he was upset; I didn't want to make it worse. He seemed so frustrated.

"It's going to be okay. You know that, right?" I said. I was trying to tell myself that, too.

"I know. I just want all the problems to go away. I don't want to have to deal with all of this. You should be able to live your life freely. You don't deserve to worry like this." Niall softly said.

"Everything gets better." I whispered.

"It sure does. I just wish the better would happen faster." Niall stared into my eyes. I sat there looking up at him. I didn't know what to say. I wanted great things to happen just as much as he did.

"We just have to be patient." I said.

Niall kissed my forehead. Then, I rested my head on his shoulder, again. 

"To get our minds off of everything, I request to play a game." Louis raised his voice. A game sounded fun right now.

"What did you have in mind?" I sat up.