Paradoxical

Three Weeks

February 11th 2013 2:48PM

It had beens weeks since we last interacted. The tour was starting back up once again, and you were ready to film us some more. I'd been ecstatic to meet up with you once again, feeling like maybe we had developed. Our relationship had developed.

I was counting down the days to Valentine, prepared to give you a gift for the one I hadn't given you during your birthday...or during Christmas. If things went well, I'd even ask you to dinner.

Things didn't go terribly wrong. They just didn't go right.

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February 14th, 2013 5:12PM

We had finally arrived in America. You went on filming bits of us acting up, performing pre show routines, just directing us like usual. Tonights show was mere hours away, and I caught you right on time.

You were sitting backstage against an amp. Your perfectly filed nails fiddling with your phone. You were biting your lip with a concentrated look on your features. I hadn't noticed all day, but standing there as I built up my courage, I was a little put off.

You wore a dress. A small, black dress. It flared out at the sides, the back held a cut out, and the neck had a subtle swoop.

You looked beautiful. You swung your feet back and forth, the amp being too high for your feet to touch the ground. Even if they were clad in heels.

You were short, still are.

I tapped my foot. I cleared my throat. I whistled. But you didn't look up. Whatever was on your phone had you infatuated to the tee. I was about to approach you. My hands had begun to feel clammy around your little gift, and the longer I waited, I was sure the gift's contents would've melted. But you jumped down from the amp and swung your phone to your ear before i could even take as much as two steps. You turned your back to me and walked away. I really shouldn't have followed you, you were on the phone. It would be rude and evasive of me. It would've saved us a lot of trouble if I hadn't followed you. I would've remained oblivious. I would never have felt the way I do. But I did. I followed you.

It wasn't hard to find you. The vast, cemented hallways were empty and your heels were a giveaway. I found you in an empty dressing room. Crying on the couch. The lights were off, the phone was still pressed to your ear.

"Can I visit him?" You whispered. Never had I heard you speak with such little demand in your voice. If anyone ever asked me to describe you in one word, I wouldn't even hesitate at saying confident. But right then, you were anything but confident. You hiccuped a little, only to start sobbing again.

"Yeah I'm all done here. I'm coming by. Thank you so much Ms. Simpson. Tell him I love him." You put your phone down and wiped your tears. And with lightning reflexes you turned around.

"Niall, is that you?" I squeezed your gift tightly. The poor little box. I nodded meekly.

"Your shadow gave you away." Even while bawling your eyes out, you had still managed to catch the smallest details.

"I need a quick favor." You stated, that demanding tone back in your voice. I nodded once again.

"Sure anything. Are you okay?"

"I will be once you drive me to the hospital." My brain quickly registered that you probably had a loved one in the hospital right now. A father, possibly? You probably took my silence as hesitation or refusal. Because you started to lose it.

"Niall, please. I really need to see him. It's valentines day and he's...he's....." Good thing you never wore makeup, because your sentence turned into tears, and no amount of waterproof anything could be salvaged during that. I walked to you, plopping down on the couch. I wrapped my arms tightly around you, still with the gift in hand. Your head fell meekly onto my shoulder.