She Will Be Loved

Chapter 21: Tour

Here's the next chapter!! Hope you guys like it! Ilysm

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Paige's POV:

I hung up my phone with a click, not being able to hear Hadley's voice anymore. It's been a week since they left and everyday was harder than the last. I was holding onto a relationship that didn't exist and I didn't know why. I tried so hard to read between the lines but nothing was there. Suddenly someone gently took the phone from my hand, setting it on the table and pulling me into a hug. "Are you ok?" Tyler asked quietly.

" I just really miss them." I said, failing to keep my voice from cracking.

"Forget about them Paige. They don't care. But we do and we always will." Tyler commented, planting a small kiss on the top of my head (because by the way he was probably 6'4 and a good 10 inches taller than me)

I looked up and gave him a weak smile. "Your all the best. Well I'm going to take a shower, could you order dinner?" I asked, seeing his nod before heading up the stairs.

Once I was safely looked inside the bathroom with hot water running down my spine I allowed myself to cry. Hadley said she cared...but she never asked to see me. She didn't ask if I wanted to come. She just sent want to feel guilty for the pain she was knowing she caused me. So it wasn't enough to tell me she cares, when we both knew her words were nothing but empty air. My team was trying so hard to be there for me, and I really did appreciate them. It just.. Wasn't the same for some reason. I quickly shampooed and rinsed my hair. Once dressed I walked downstairs to the living room. Everyone was spread across, pigging out on pizza and watching clips from our last fight.

I'd been training hard on wrestling as soon as my shoulder was healed. Tomorrow was the second round of the tourney and we all knew our competition. This time jack was up against Jenna. She was four foot nothing and wicked fast so he'd been training speed for a while. Which reminded me of boxing and gloves and Harry and the boys. It was a vicious cycle I couldn't break. Everything I saw reminded me of them. And I was all alone and not as strong as I pretended. "Hey wanna come watch?" Luke asked, patting the seat beside him.

"No thanks. I'm just going to eat up in my room." I said, grabbing a plate and heading up the stairs.

I knew they were all worried about me. And it probably wasn't healthy but I really did just want to be alone. Because that's how I felt and that's what I deserved for being such a shit friend. I couldn't help but think about all that wasted time I should have spent with them while I could. Because now I'd never get them back. So I spent my night as I spent many of the past ones. Sitting on my bed looking out the window and listening to music while talking to carter.

"I feel like everything is falling to pieces. And this sick darkness is just creeping in. I can't fucking do this why did I screw it all up?" I asked, looking out into the dark sky.

I sighed, listening for a reply that was as always not there. I closed my eyes, leaning against window. My whole life was a bitter fight now. And I had nothing left to lose, no one else to miss.

Before long I was asleep and next thing I knew I was awake with someone warm behind me. I smiled, feeling comforted with Nialls presence. But then I remembered Niall was in New York. So who was this? I turned and found myself looking into those warm chocolate eyes. "Tyler?" I asked sleepily, rubbing my eyes and sitting up.

"Yeah your door wasn't locked and we have to go soon. " He explained , handing me my uniform.

"And that's why you were laying next to me?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.