Music Saves Lives

Chapter Twenty-Four

A/N:Sorry guys, I’ve been out of town for the past week for the Forth of July, but I’m home now! SO here’s an update! FINALLY!

(Niall’s POV)

I didn’t like seeing those pictures on twitter all the time of (y/n) and that Wyatt guy. That kid has been holding her hand and kissing her cheek. That’s my girl to kiss and my girl to go to dinner with. I don’t care if it’s fake, there is such thing as too much. After the award show, I couldn’t think about her with anyone else. I’m glad I got to kiss her and talk to her for just that short minute or so, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted all of her, all the time.

We were on the plane on our way to Spain. Louis freaked out about the photos so I had to explain everything to him. I think deep inside he thinks (y/n) will hurt me. I’m glad he’s worrying about me, but I can handle anything that is thrown my way. If we don’t last, I can get through it. At least I would like to believe I can.

Throughout the next couple weeks, more photos. He was even in the videos of their tour diaries. I hated that he was with her almost all the time. Management flew him to a lot of their US shows. Every time a new photo surfaced I felt sick.

The videos really did it to me. I did love the fact that I could see how she is on a day to day basis. I saw her shaking off the nerves before a show and how tired she looked the morning after, sitting in a booth at McDonalds as everyone else stuffed their faces and piled into their tour bus.

In one video she was wearing her short shorts she slept in and a sweater, sitting on her laptop, with a towel in her hair and singing along to ‘Crazy Rap’. I laughed because that song is very dirty and just watching my girl singing it made me chuckle.

In another video I couldn’t take it. She was sitting on a couch watching her favorite show, “The Big Bang Theory” and sitting next to her was Wyatt. He was holding her hand and the person with the camera was chanting “Kiss, Kiss, Kiss.” My jaw clenched when that kid looked at her.

She shook her head, “No, No. I don’t do PDA.”

I was relieved, but I still felt like shit. I’m the one that should be with her watching TV, calming her nerves, and acting silly. If I didn’t have this job I could travel with her, but that’s not possible. I love my job, but I love her too. There was just no getting both.

I’m home in London for a couple days, I’m not really sure where (y/n) is. All I know is she isn’t with me. It’s about three in the morning and I can’t fall asleep, so I was listening to a playlist of songs (y/n) emailed me. Before the last song there was a track of her talking.

“Hey Niall. I miss you baby. So much it literally hurts. I hope you liked these songs so far. They all remind me of you or us.” She sighed. “I really want to see you. I hate how hard this is, but we can do it. I know we can. We care too much.” She paused. “I really fucking hate this. We need to skype soon. I need to see your face and talk to you. The Youtube videos of your concerts aren’t cutting it.” I chuckled. “I bet you’re laughing at me. Stop it. So this last song is going to be a bonus track on our next album and it’s just me and Tanner playing the piano. I hope you like it. I’ll be talking to you soon, I hope. Bye lovebug.” She giggled. “I’ve never called you that before. It was weird. I like it. Bye Ni.”

The last song began.

“A drop in the ocean

A change in the weather

I was praying that you and me might end up together

It’s like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert