Pink *Niall Horan Fan Fiction*

Chapter 18

I stare at the picture for a moment, trying to figure out where I've seen this girl before.  I frown, unable to remember why she looks so familiar until I open to the exact page the story is being told on.  I glare at the girl.  Zoe Whelan's face stare up at me, smirking at me, rubbing it in my face that Niall is a cheater. 

"Heather, are you okay?"  Candice asks, worry evident in her voice. 

"I'm fine."  I reply, yanking the page out of the magazine and wadding it up in anger. 

"I know you, Heather.  I don't know what is bothering you, but something sure as hell is.  Now please, tell me what's wrong."  She begs, reaching forward and wiping away one of the few tears that escaped.

"This."  I reply, throwing the wadded up piece of paper at her. 

"Niall Horan."  She states, oblivious to the fact that I was dating him.  Well, I guess I still am, but not for long. 

"And Zoe Whelan."  I manage to spit out. 

"Oh my God, Heather.  I'm such a blonde.  Why the hell does he have his arm around HER?"  She asks, suddenly wadding the paper back up and slamming it on the table. 

"Because he's a fucking cheater.  I leave for a few days to see my dad who is in the hospital, and he's already fucking another girl behind my back?  Who the hell does this guy think he is?"  I grumble and I can feel my face get hotter the longer I sit and think about it. 

"Maybe there's a simple explanation."  Candice attempts, standing up with me. 

"Yeah.  He's a fucking douche bag who can't keep it in his pants.  There's your explanation."  I curse, throwing the stupid piece of paper into the nearest trashcan and whipping out my phone. 

"What are you doing?"  Candice asks warily. 

"I'm calling him to break up with his lying, cheating ass.  What does it look like?"  I angrily punch the numbers into my phone and hits the call button as hard as I can. 

"Hey Heather!"  He greets me cheerily, sounding so happy to be talking to his girlfriend. 

"What the hell is wrong with you, Niall James Horan?  Why the hell would you even remotely think I wouldn't find out about something like this?  I really thought you were different, but you know what?  I guess I was fucking wrong.  Don't ever try to talk to me again, Niall.  I hope you're happy with your new slutty ass girlfriend. We're through."  I hang up without giving him the chance to explain.  Almost immediately I burst into tears and Candice pulls me into a hug. 

"He deserved everything you said to him, plus a little more.  Don't feel bad about it."  Candice soothes, rubbing my back while I sob. 

"But Candice, I really thought he was different.  He wasn't just using me to get to Dad.  He actually genuinely cared about me, or so I thought."  I cry. 

"Did you sleep with him?"  She asks carefully. 

"No.  He never even tried to get in my pants!  Not once!  Not even when I was drunk off my ass in a club in probably the sluttiest outfit I had!  That's how much I thought he respected and loved me!  Why the hell would he turn around and do this?"  I ask, still bawling into her shoulder. 

"I'm not turning on you, but maybe you should have waited for an explanation.  Maybe there was a genuine reason behind the picture."  Candice reasons.  I glance at my phone and the 3 missed calls all from Niall.  Currently Zayn is ringing me, but I know its just Niall trying to set up a trap so I don't answer it. 

"I know, I just really don't want to listen to any kind of bullshit he can tell me right now.  I need my space for a few days.  I need to get my mind off of him.  Lets go shopping."  I turn my phone off and toss it in my purse, avoiding the calls that are constantly coming into my phone. 

Niall 

"What the hell was that, man?  I could hear her screaming at you from way over here!"  Harry exclaims from his place across from me on the tour bus. 

"I don't know what just happened."  I mutter, still trying to process the words that just came out of her mouth.

"I think I might."  Liam exclaims, jumping up from beside Harry and going to a huge pile of magazine's Paul bought at our last stop.  He shuffles through several magazines before yanking a particular one out of the pile. 

"This is it."  He tosses me the J-14 magazine that has my face plastered on the cover with my arm around Zoe's shoulder.  Where the hell did they even get this picture?  This was taken about a year ago when I was home on vacation.  I've known Zoe almost my whole life since we grew up down the street from each other.  I flip to the page the story was on and read all the lies the magazine made up.  I haven't seen her since this picture was taken that year ago.  I pick my phone up to call her back, and like I expected she didn't answer. 

"Zayn, mate, can I borrow your phone?" 

"She'll know it's you, Niall."  Zayn says, tossing me his phone anyway.  Just like before, it went to her voicemail and I hang up.  I try again on my phone just to find that she shut hers off.  I get up from my place on the bench and go crawl into my bed. 

I want to cry.  I want to cry so bad it hurts, but I know that that won't help me at all.  We're currently on our way to Albuquerque and we have a week break after the show there. 

I guess that's when I'm going to have to try and get her back.