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Chapter 5

I had finally hung up with Michael, feeling a million times better. I could breathe again, and I was so relieved that I had been able to recover from my breakdown so easily.

Usually it took me awhile to say the least.

The only bad part was now I had to go back out with Dan and Phil, and they were probably gonna be wondering where I was, and ask a ton of questions.

Just the thought of that made me feel uneasy, and I hate to admit it, but I'm a total coward.

I was seriously debating sneaking out and going home. But I was in New York City, at night. I've read enough fanfics to know where that would lead me.

I hate taking taxis, but I think this was my only option. Well I mean I could also go back out there, but I'm scared I would freak out again.

I feel like a drama queen, and I'm probably overreacting, but I couldn't face them. It's not like either of them will probably notice anyways.

I've been in here for about half an hour and neither of them have made an attempt, so my decision is final.

My next step was getting out of here without them noticing me. I'm not what you would call stealthy, but I'm like 5 feet tall so I could use that to my advantage for once.

I slowly stepped out of the bathroom, they were right next to the entrance and the boys weren't seated anywhere near here so I should be alright, but I couldn't be too safe.

I saw that the coast was clear, so I ran for it.

I just snuck out of a "date" without my boyfriend even noticing, I should be a spy or something.

Although, it's not like he was paying attention to me anyways. He probably won't even notice, but I'll text him anyways so he doesn't worry.

I had to think of an excuse, I would say I didn't feel well or something, but after being in the bathroom for half an hour, they would assume the worst and that would be embarrassing.

I decided to go on the sympathy route, and tell him something happened with Ashton and I had to leave.

Man, I'm such a sneaky bitch sometimes.

I typed out a quick text, and sent it before trying to call a taxi. I know I probably overthink things, like everything, but I always feel so awkward when trying to catch the attention of the driver.

I mean I want to just wave my arm, but I feel like a maniac bird or some shit. But I don't know what else to do so I just awkwardly flail for a few minutes, until a bright yellow taxi pulls up along the bustling street.

Relieved to be away from all the people, I hopped into the dingy car. I seriously hate taxis.

I at least have some common sense, so when he asked where I was going, I told him an address a few streets away from mine so he wouldn't know where I lived.

You can never trust people these days, and I'm not taking any chances.

Well, except for talking to Michael a ton, aka someone I don't even know.

Now that I'm thinking about Michael, I'm really glad I met him. We haven't known each other long, but I'm excited to get to know him better.

He was so sweet earlier, and he seemed to know just what to say. He instantly made me feel at ease, and even managed to make me laugh. And anyone who has anxiety attacks would know that it can be hard to come out of them.

Thinking about Michael made me want to talk to him again, and now I had his phone number, so I decided to send him a text.

"Just snuck out of my "date" am I great or what?"