Harry's P.O.V
I got tired of waiting for Niall to tell me how he felt. I know sometime he is going to let it out, but I want to know now. I asked him what he felt about me. I asked him twice. Then he walked away and told me that he didn't know. Ouch. Was I being too pushy?
I watched him walk away from me. Leaving me alone at the table. He didn't even look back at me to even wave goodbye. Just then, I felt like I was a screw up. I felt a teardrop fall from my eye. One, after another. I was hurt, and I felt rejected. All I want to know is if Niall loves me or not. Is that too much to ask?
After paying the check, I got up and walked to the car to make way back to the hotel. As I walked, I thought about my upcoming schedule for tomorrow. There was a concert at 1:05 in the afternoon. And then a meet and greet sighning at 3:45. I felt myself still shuddering and crying. I looked up and saw fans taking pictures. For what reason? I don't know. Even paparazzi were taking pictures. But I guess that is understandable. I have no priveate life. I walked and cried, as I tried to avoid people that were video camering and taking pictures of me.
I got into the car and started the engine. I turned on my turning signal and got on the paved road. A few lights lid the way, the cresent mood barely lit the sky, and the rest of the sky was dark. I was still crying and it was hard to drive and rub tears out of my eyes. Everything became fuzzy, until a loud honk sounded in my ears. Then a hard hit was smashed against the side of my body and everything went black.
