A few more days have passed. Today I had to go meet up with the boys for a concert. I knew this wasn't going to go well, there's no denying that.
I groaned, quietly complaining to myself, as I waited for Paul and the rest of the security guards to arrive. I was the last stop for pick-up, so this won't go well. All the boys would be here, so we'll have to talk. OR, we could remain silent. I wouldn't mind that.
I heard the rev of the engine, signifying that they had arrived. I bumped my head against the closed door for a minute, quietly cursing the boys out. I don't want to apologize; I hope they realize that.
I pulled open the door, so they wouldn't have to send anybody up to get me. I walked out to the car. I nervously ran my fingers through my hair, trying to get rid of the trembling in my hand.
One of the guards opened up the door to the big van and I climbed in. I got in and saw that all the boys were already strapped into their seats. Harry, Louis, and Liam sat in the back, while Zayn sat in one of the middle seats. Looks like I'm sitting across from him, at least there is a space in between.
I plopped down on the seat and strapped my seatbelt across my torso. The engine came to life, and the van pulled out.
The car was silent, minus the security quietly chatting in the front. I could feel their eyes on me. They could try and be less obvious. It really would help prevent the sweat from soaking my palms.
I heard Paul groan and he turned around in his seat, "Okay, guys, what's wrong?" Well, the boys need to work on their grudges. I leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms over my chest. They can answer his question.
"We aren't on the best of pages right now," Liam mumbled. He didn't seem to happy about it. I wonder if he's unhappy because it caused problems between us or they were acting awful at my house. Most likely the first choice.
"Did you get in a fight?" Paul decided to answer his own question, "What was it about?"
All the boys looked at me. I sighed and stared at the ground. Now Paul knew who caused this, "What did you do, Niall?" he asked sternly, acting like a parent scolding a stupid child. I didn't need another parent. I already have enough problems with parents of my own.
"I'm not a child, I told Paul.
He was surprised by my defiance, "U-Um, I never said you were," he stuttered out a comeback.
I've changed, I know how to win verbal fights, "I'm not an idiot. I can imply when you're talking to me like a kid."
"Niall, I just don't want any problems with the band. We have to deal with fans and paparazzi, I don't want you guys to be in a fight that could break you up, you're at the height of your careers."
"I never said I was going to break us up, they were just talking bad about my girlfriend, "Harry interrupted me, "Niall, I wasn't insulting Emily!" he cried, "I wouldn't talk bad about her!"
"So, implying that I'm having sex with her isn't an insult?" I challenged. I wanted to smirk because I was beating him in the fight, but I had to remain serious; the fight isn't over yet.
"I-I don't know!" Harry cried. He groaned and covered his face with his hands. He pulled away after a few seconds, "I just kind of assumed you already had! You guys were always together and I-I didn't mean for it to be offensive."
"She's a virgin, Harry," I spat out. I probably shouldn't have told them Emily's secret, but I didn't care. I had to win, Harry doesn't deserve to win this fight. What he had said about Emily offended me too much.
"I-I didn't know," Harry sputtered out, his face was bright red. The other boys were simply watching the fight unfold, unsure of how to add in their input. I'm glad they didn't this was a fight between Harry and me.
"You guys just don't understand," I mumbled, pouting like a child. Maybe Paul was right to treat me like a kid. I was the one mumbling idiotic, self-absorbed comments like this. i just stared out the window, annoyed that I had even said that.
"Why don't you explain then? Because we can't seem to figure it out," Liam said.
Damn it, see what I did? Now I have no idea what to say. It's not like I'm going to tell them what really has been going on, it would all lead back to my suicide attempts, and if I tell them about that, I'll be sent to rehab.
"Forget it," I muttered.
Louis frowned, "Forget it? How in the world could we forget it after you-" I couldn't take it, I wasn't going to let him finish, "I said forget it!" I yelled, my voice filling the van. It slowly faded away into uncomfortable silence.
I glanced over at the boys again to see that they were also staring out the window. It looks like that's the end for trying to talk to the boys. There's no way they're going to want to speak after that blow.
