Treacherous

Chapter Forty-Seven

*~*~* Niall's POV *~*~*

After all of the back and forth between being overly happy to being excessively depressed, we decide that getting out and doing something would help set us into our right minds.

I offered to take her to the movies and she agreed, saying that the constant movements and sounds would help us out. Romantic movies are something that we both know we aren't stable with and horror isn't the best idea either. So she goes onto some website and looks up the ratings for the latest comedy. I let her decide which one and soon we're heading out the door after cleaning ourselves up a bit.

The joyous fans of mine have already found out the hotel I transferred to, so we get swarmed by them on our way out the door. They shout questions, but I give them no answers. I just hold Natalie's hand tightly in mine in hopes of not losing her in the crowd that's closing in around us. The bright flashes blind me, but I'm so used to it that I pass through it without a problem.

Natalie, on the other hand, has a bit of trouble.

The hand that isn't enclosed in mine is put up to her forehead to protect her eyes from all those stupid lights and a few of the fans tug at her hair as she passes by them. She doesn't flinch as they claw at her, though. She acts as if it happens to her all the time. I guess she's endured more pain than I thought...

The car I called for earlier sits on the curb and I hear the door unlock, so I pull it open and swing Natalie around me so she gets into the car first. Our hands never disconnect as I climb in after her.

"You okay?" I ask her immediately as we pull away and the screams fade.

"Yeah," she says, but her slightly shaking hands tell me otherwise.

"Tell me what's wrong." I don't bother to ask her anymore. Something is wrong and I know it.

"That was just crazy. They were just too close and pulling at me, and a few of them were saying things..." I know exactly what she means. Yes, I know that the fans look up to the 5 of us boys, but sometimes it's nice if they will take a few steps back and let us have a breather. And some of the insults they scream... I'm not even going to go there.

It's one thing to shout at us guys that have learned to deal with it, but when you scream at a girl just for hanging out with us, that's insane and just uncalled for. Sometimes I wonder how they ever come to the conclusion that all girls want us for is money and fame. Some might, but I think I have a good enough judgment to know whether or not they like me for me. Natalie does, and of that I'm sure.

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Somehow the fans found out that I was taking Natalie to the movies, so again we get bombarded by lights, voices, and hands that grab us. Natalie blends into my side so I wrap an arm around her and pull her as close to me as I can. Even though she won't say it out loud, I know she's scared. Her exterior is just too tough for many people to see through it. The more time I spend with her, the more I'm able to read her and her actions.

I try to ignore the questions being thrown in my direction, but it's hard to when they all consist of Amie or the 'new Natalie Burman' and whenever Amie's name is mentioned I immediately tune in. More so than when Natalie's is shouted. I'm going to have to train myself out of that habit. Maybe so that my reaction is the exact opposite of what it is now.

Eventually my patience is worn thin and I turn to the nearest reporter, forcefully taking his microphone and turning straight towards the camera man that stands directly behind him.

"I am so done with this shit about Amie. We are through, and if none of you have noticed, I have found someone else that is a billion times better than Amie could ever be." Lies. They're all lies. Natalie squeezes my hand tightly, telling me without words to stop. I can't, though. So I deliver the last blow and hope and pray that Amie won't see or hear this bit.