A Thousand Ships (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: No One Will Ever

(Niall’s P.O.V.)

In all honesty, three days without the boys was good for me with or without the drama. We spent so much time together year round it was nice to have a break sometimes, and even if it was only three days it still felt like a big gap. And then add that they were messing with my relationship.

I spent my three days with Belle. I know I had supposedly left, but as I was leaving I decided I couldn’t stand to deal with the boys anymore and really anything to do with One Direction for a little bit. I wanted to be a normal guy. So I went to a hotel and got a room for a few nights. Then I called home and explained what was going on before turning my phone off. I wasn’t going to even hear what the boys had to say.

I wrote my home and Belle’s numbers on a pad of paper in the hotel in case I needed anything. I then kicked back and watched TV to let my mind go blank. It worked for a while, but then I got restless and thought maybe a walk would clear my head. I left the hotel in a hurry, worried someone might notice me, but thankfully no one did. I knew I’d have to be careful, but for now I was safe. I made my way to the sidewalk and went until I was in a more suburban area.

The houses were all in perfect lines with grass green as those picture perfect meadows and colorful leaves scattered around. Trees were planted randomly about the front lawns and each house had beautiful flowers blooming in a small garden. Some of them had children running around or a man sitting on the porch with his dog. It was so picturesque and it made me a little sad to remember when my life took place in a community like this. And that now that my life was the way it was I would never be able to again, and my kids would never even know what it was like.

As I was walking and thinking about everything that had changed, I noticed a girl walking that looked all too familiar on the other side of the street.

“Belle!” I screamed across. She didn’t even turn her head. I looked both ways before I jogged across, but by that time she was already a little ways down so I had to run after her.

“Belle!” I called again. She still didn’t respond.

“Isabella!”

She whipped her head around and her eyes widened when she saw it was me. I then also noticed she had ear buds in her ears. When she pulled them out I could hear They Don’t Know About Us blasting through. She rummaged through her bag to pull out her iPod and pause it, but while her head was down I saw the wet lines running down her reddened cheeks.

“Sorry I’m not used to being called Belle. Everyone calls me Izz,” she smiled half heartedly up at me.

“Princess, why are you crying?” I asked, pulling her close to my chest and tightening my arms around her.

“I’m okay,” she responded.

“Please don’t give me that right now. You’re walking around alone with music playing so loudly you can‘t even hear. And you’ve been crying.”

“Well in case you haven’t noticed, I kinda do that a lot these days,” she mumbled into me.

“I’m so sorry..”

She put her hands up between us and rested them on my chest so there was some distance to peer up at my face.

“It is not your fault. I was just walking to clear my mind and then I just started thinking about everything and then you guys started playing and everyone had solos but you and Louis and then I was thinking about Harry, Liam, and Zayn’s voices but they hate me and they were singing and tears just came out without any consult of mine. Like, maybe I don’t want to cry. Maybe I’m okay with the fact that my boyfriend is far away all the time and out of his four best friends only one of them likes me while the others despise me and all the while my friends and I idolized them and now we can’t because they were mean to me and I ruined the whole One Direction thing for my friends and..”