Meeting One Direction

Chapter 28

Previously:

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

Indieana:

I don't know what to say.

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

I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. I close my mouth and look down. I feel ashamed somehow and I don't know why. I feel overwhelmed, tears pricking my eyes. Today has been a day for me. I don't say anything and look forward. The whole ride home is quiet and eventually, we're home.

I wait for Niall to get out and then I run to my room. I lock my door and let the tears fall. I cry for myself mostly, but a few tears fall because I'm so confused. I lay down and cuddle with one of my stuffed animals my dad got me and cry myself to sleep.

Niall:

As soon as I get out of Indieana's way, she is running inside. I want to follow her and make her feel better but I know my comfort will only bring her pain. I sigh and head to the kitchen and open her fridge. I pull out milk and some Oreos and dig in. This is one of my favourite comfort foods.

The boys all walk in, Liam on the phone. "Yeah, I'll check it. What're we going to do though?" Someone responds, sounding a bit like Paul. "A few weeks maybe. A month?! What about the tour? We'll be missing a lot of cities and the fans will be massively disappointed!" he cries. Paul says something else.

He hangs up angrily and joins me, dunking an Oreo in my milk. I don't complain because I don't have it in me to care. "How're you holding up?" he asks concerned. "It's hard but I know she feels more comfortable with Harry so it's not terribly bad..." I mumble.

"Hey, none of that. She'll come around. You just have to give it time." He seems more cheery about this than I do. "I have to check the Internet. Apparently there's major stories happening and Paul isn't too happy about that. Go check twitter."

I do as he says and the fans are on a rampage. All sorts of tweets are appearing every time I update. One in particular gets me angry so I reply.

"@curlyhairsbabe What's with this skinny-ass bitch at the hospital with my boys? she seems fine to me @NiallOfficial"

"for your info she was hurt and you don't even know her so leave her alone @curlyhairsbabe"

I hit send and get out of twitter. They don't know anything about her yet jump to conclusions. While I love the fans, this is the part I wish didn't exist. They can't accept who I hang out with even if it's a girl.

I go upstairs and head to my room. I lay on my bed and fall asleep, dreaming of fans making fun of Indieana.

(short, sorry.)