My Love (Westlife)

Chapter 22 - My Love

Chapter 22

"I'm so going to get to the front page," someone muttered from beside us. When I pulled away from the kiss and looked at the owner of the voice, I realized that it was in the same direction as the camera flash. "How about an interview, miss...?" he was a middle-aged man with glasses. I didn't know what to answer so Nicky answered for me.

"She's not interested," Nicky told him.

I looked at Bryan and saw that he was looking wide-eyed at me, not only Bryan but everyone, including the rest of the members. I saw Kerry Katona clinging onto Bryan's arm whilst also looking at me. Why didn't Bryan remove her arm? Why didn't he pull away when she kissed him?

Or maybe Bryan was the one who kissed her.

Since I was drowning from all the thoughts that were running inside my head, I did the best thing that I could think of.

I ran.

I ran where my feet could take me. I was a fast runner as far as I believed. I knew that they wouldn't be able to catch up with me.

I didn't turn around to see if someone was following me.

And then I felt a tear rolled down my cheek.

Great. I was crying too.

Was I the person that Nicky was talking about before?

Was I the person that he liked?

Why me?

He was a member of Westlife.

Me? I was nothing.

Again, why me?

I was in the streets and the place was very unfamiliar to me. I didn't care if I was lost. I just wanted to get out of there. Out of all the drama that Westlife caused me.

Why was I hurt at the same time?

Why was I hurt when I saw Bryan and Kerry kissing?

I was nothing compared to the blonde, Kerry Katona. She was a member of the famous girl band, Atomic Kittens. I was still a student who was still far away to their world. I was simply nothing compared to them. I wouldn't even be surprised if they would treat me like trash after this.

I then approached a woman who was passing by me, "Excuse me," I said politely. "Where can I find the nearest and cheapest hotel here?" she pointed at a building not too far from me. "Thank you,"

"You're not from here?" she asked and I nodded. "The accent kind of gave it all away,"

"I'm Irish," I smiled at her. "I need to go. Thanks, again,"

"No problem, my dear," and we went our separate ways after that. I walked to the direction of the hotel that she pointed at. It was a good thing that I got a little bit of money in my pocket. It was supposed to be for my expenses in the training camp but I really needed to use it now.

My cellphone was dead when I checked it but I knew that it wouldn't really help me right now. I didn't want to confront Westlife right now after what happened earlier.

I knew what my situation was.

I was in love with Bryan McFadden.

And it wasn't that great.

I changed my name when I checked in the hotel. Who knew what Westlife would do? Maybe they would check all the hotels for my name. I went for Nikki Phillips and I doubted it that Westlife could find me with that name. It was very far from Olivia Rain Green after all.

***

I didn't really want to wake up. I just wanted to sleep until I settled everything. But how would sleeping settle anything, right? Dumb me.

Westlife was making me dumb.

I used the hotel phone and a hotel employee answered. "To whom are you making this call, ma'am?"

"Can you direct a call to Ireland?"

"There are charges, ma'am," she answered. "Do you wish to continue?"

"No problem," I said. I gave her my home number and I guess she dialed it after that because I didn't hear her anymore.

"Hello?" the familiar voice of my mother answered.

"Hey, mum?" I greeted.

"Rain?"

"Yes, mum,"

"I miss you!" she yelled. "But why did you call? You're in America, right?"

"I am," I sighed. "Can you please put some money in my credit card? Just enough to take me back to Ireland?"

"Why would you do that, hun?" even though I couldn't see her, I knew that she was frowning. "Did the guy that I talked to hurt you?"

"It's not about him, mum," I said. "I just really want to go home. And that guy and I are still on good terms. He just couldn't take me back because he's got some things to settle here. But I really want to go home early,"

My mother wasn't the knowing type. I knew that she believed me and my excuse. "Sure thing, Rain. Check your balances in an hour. It's enough to buy you a ticket to Ireland,"

"Thanks, mum!" I fake cheered. "Love you,"

"Love you too, hun,"

And then we both hang up.

I guessed this was going to be the last time I would be seeing Westlife.

Goodbye, Bryan.