Meeting One Direction

Chapter 25

Previously:

"If that's what you want...I'll be here whenever you want me." he reaches for me but quickly drops his hand and walks away. He's out the door in mere seconds. "I'm ready to go home mom."

Niall:

I walk out of the room quickly, not letting her see the tears fall.

"Stop! Get away from me!"

"You were there and you didn't do anything, I called for you and you didn't show up...I thought..."

I don't understand, I was there. I bloody helped her. I look around, torn on where I should go. I decide to just stay here, hoping that Indieana will somehow change her mind and want me to be with her. I know that she won't change her mind. The blatant fear in her eyes wasn't lost to me.

Someone clears their throat and I jump. "Yes?" my voice cracks. "Are you Niall Horan?"

"Yes, what do you need?" I don't feel like signing an autograph for some crazy fan. I'm curious if anyone knows we're here. I remind myself to check twitter when I'm done talking to this person.

"Hello, My name is Dr.Connie; Indieana's doctor." I stand up quickly, reaching for his outstretched hand.

"Can you tell me what's going on with her? She seems to think I wasn't there to help her when the man was r-raping her." I end quietly, sucked into the memory.

He was touching her, hands reaching further up her thighs. She was screaming, then I heard her call for me.

"Come with me to my office so we can sit. You look like you're going to pass out again." he says authoritatively. I nod and follow him to a tiny office filled with mountains of papers and pictures. I look around and land on a photo of a young teenage girl at a One Direction meet and greet. I smirk and sit at a chair pulled out. "My daughter is a huge fan," he comments.

I smile and get straight to the point. "So. Doctor, tell me what's going on."

"Well. From what I've concluded, what happened to her was very traumatic. What I think she's doing is pushing the memory away from her and since you were there to help her, she's also pushing the memory of you out. Subconsciously of course."

I lean back, stunned. "What can I do to make her realize I was there helping her?" I inquire, once again leaning forward.

"The best thing you can do is give her time and slowly let her warm up to you. That is the best advice I can give at the moment. We're going to hold her here for a few more days and run a few tests."

"How long?" I whisper. I can't even go a day without seeing her smile at me. "I would give it a few weeks top," he answers, sympathy evident in his voice.
I nod and stand, making my way out the door.

:-(