The Dancer's Daughter (1D)

Chapter Six

One Month Later

My phone was ringing, and I was ignoring it on purpose. I was very annoyed with the boys, and they knew it. Niall was taking it the hardest, and I'd almost cracked and forgiven him a few days ago. Until I remembered exactly what they'd done. And then I'd slammed the bathroom door in his face and hid in there until they started pounding on the door frantically. Again.

It was an interview, and I was backstage, like usual. They were just joking around and being themselves when Lou thought it would be funny to call me out and have me join the interview. I was actually used to his odd demands, so I went out after on a few minutes of begging. I didn't notice his smirk when I sat between him and Zayn. Zayn smiled at me and grabbed my hand. This, too, was normal and I didn't bat an eye. The boys liked to interact with me like that.

My first alarm went off when the interviewer asked who was taken and Louis made Zayn raise his hand. I was confused, because I knew Zayn wasn't with anyone. He looked confused too. And that was my clue that he really didn't know what was going on. Then the interviewer asked them about their girlfriends. Louis talked a bit about Eleanor, and Liam told the crowd that Dani would be coming to stay with us for a week next month. Then the interviewer turned to Zayn, who looked to Liam for help. Clearly he thought Daddy D was going to help him. He was wrong. Liam smiled and nodded, encouraging him to tell.

“Aw, c'mon Zayn. You can tell them about you and Haley. Nobody will care,” Harry encouraged. My eyebrows shot up and I yanked my hand back.

“Excuse me?” I asked, shocked. Harry smirked at me and winked.

“Is wittle Hawey shy?” Louis mocked me. He put his arm around my shoulder, but I shook it off. I looked to Zayn, begging him with my eyes to put an end to this. But he just sat there, clearly thinking about something. He wasn't making any move to deny or confirm it, and I got angry. I stood, pissed, and took his mic.

“For anyone interested, I'm not dating any of these IDIOTS,” I spat. Then I turned and ran off the stage. And instead of waiting to yell at them, I went straight to Paul and asked for an appointment with Simon.

Two days later, and I still hadn't spoken to any of them. I went to meet with Simon and bought myself a week in Berlin with Mica, and a break from the boys. None of them would be told where I was going or how long I was staying away. The hate I'd been getting had tripled since that interview, and I think it was because I had publicly announced they were idiots... but after what they did, that's the least they deserve.

I packed my bags that night while they were performing, and I left half an hour before their show was to end. I left no note, no sign that I'd ever even been on that bus. I planned on begging for more time before the week was over, and I was hoping Simon would give it.

And after a half hour of the phone ringing, the texts started. Again.

Zaynieboo: You promised you wouldn't leave me.

Liam: We're sorry, love.

Hazza: Why do you leave when things don't go your way? Do you enjoy causing panic?

Hazza: I've been informed that I was being mean there. Sorry.

Hazza: But it's true.

Hazza: Sorry.

Nialler: Please... we didn't mean it like that. Please!