Meeting One Direction

Chapter 27

Previously:

I make the mistake and look forward, flashes instantly blinding me. I shield my face and turn around, making a beeline towards the boys.

Harry:

Shit. I knew the paparazzi were here! Why did I let Indie go towards the front? I'm not ready for people to know who she is. I don't think she herself is ready for people to know who she is.

She hugs me closer to her body. I hear cameras go off and I try to shield her as best I can. "Babe we have to go through the back entrance." I murmur.

I let her go and turn around. I walk but I stop when I don't hear another pair of shoes clicking. I whirl around, getting slightly panicked, when she runs toward Liam and I. I wrap my arm around her and guide her to the back.

Zayn:

"Mate I'm confused," I whisper to Louis. Ever since Indie woke up, she's pinned Niall as the bad guy. I look at Niall and see he's just as confused as me. He looks heartbroken but trying not to show it.

"I've got no idea. I'm gutted that Indie is like this." He looks at Indie and Harry and shakes his head. "What are we going to do? I'm not just gonna let this continue, Niall and Indie need to be with each other, not Harry and her." I try to think of a plan but I can't come up with anything.

"We'll figure something out," Louis whispers.

Indieana

We finally make it to a car and I hop in, wanting to avoid all these camera clicks. I get in the back by the window. Niall slides in next to me and I cringe.

He either notices or chooses to ignore it because he doesn't move. I scoot as close as I can to the window so that we don't touch. "Indieana," he says, his voice low and husky. I get this familiar tug in my chest but I ignore it.

"Indieana," he asks again. "Sorry, what?" I snap. He looks taken aback but presses on. "I won't be around you ok? I want you to feel safe and if I make you uncomfortable...I can leave." he finishes. He lowers his head and I see a tear fall.

"Why are you crying?" I ask curious. The sight of him crying makes me feel sad. It's like we're connected even though him next to me makes me feel panicky.

"It's nothing..." he trailed off.

"Seriously, what's wrong?" I have a feeling I should back off but my words are already said. He pauses and lets out a long breath.

"I'm crying because you think that I would ever want to hurt you." he whispers.

(my poor baby)