Forgotten

Chapter 4

It took a lot of explaining to Paul and the rest of the band. A lot of yelling (from Paul to Niall) and alot of confusion. The arabic-looking member of the band, i think his name was Zayn, insisted Niall and I eat something and catch up. And so we did, up in the parlor or his grand suite. It was an awkward meal, more uncomfortable actually. I wanted to punch his face the entire time. He never did answer my question of how he forgot me. He cried a couple times when I told him about Mum's battle through cancer. I wanted to scream "YOU WEREN'T THERE FOR HER WHEN I WAS YOU BITCHDOG!" but I maintaned my self control. I plastered a fake smile at times, but let genuine tears fall at others. Even though I hated his guts I at least wanted to make up for lost time.
        "I got that job I always talked about. At Vogue.." I trailed off, poking my sausage with my salad fork. He studied my face for a long time.
        "I'm sorry," He blurted out. I looked up slightly surprised, "I never told you I was sorry. For forgetting about your existance for the past 3 years. I should have talked about you with my bandmates and with management. I talked about Greg and went to his wedding-"
        "WHAT?" I yelled. Greg did get married and I wasn't invited? He was taken aback.
        "Oh..." He sighed, returning his gaze to his slightly touched food. 
        "I WASN'T INVITED TO MY BROTHERS WEDDING?!"  I stood up and slammed my fist on the table. I was fuming, anger was building up inside me. 
        "Calm down-"
        "I WILL NOT CALM DOWN. GREG IS MY BROTHER TOO! DID HE ABANDON ME, AS WELL? AM I COMEPLETLY WIPED FROM HIS MEMORY?" I was screeching. Thankfully we were the only room on the floor. Niall just sat there, staring at me like some brain dead ragdoll. 
        "I didn't abandon you, Bea." He spoke calmly. He was never one to raise his voice.
        "Then what did you do, Niall. Get lost in your wonderful fame? Drown in your piles of money?" 
        "No, Bea-"
        "Have fun parties in your mansion while your little sister was struggling to pay rent in her apartment? Send presents worth thousands to your girlfriends when your little sister has to work her ass off to buy groceries?"
        "I WORK FOR MY MONEY TOO!" He finally let it out. I stepped back a bit and crossed my arms, I was in awe of his tenacity. 
        "You sing for people and get tens of thousands every day. I have to draw 100 different designs and get at least a thousand every month. Not much to live on, my rent is higher than your IQ!" I yelled.
        "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP AND GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM!" He grabbed my arm and tugged me towards the door. It was hurting, Niall never hurt me. 
        "Back to the place where I was forced to go when you became famous. Fame changed you, Ni. You're not the same brown haired, crooked toothed, football player that I grew up with." My lips were trembling. His face softened ever so slightly.
        "You're certainly not my brother anymore if you're acting like this..." And with that I grabbed my bag and broke from his grip. I didn't look back, I didn't want to see his stupid face anymore after that. He was a comepletly different person, I didn't even know him anymore