My Love (Westlife)

Chapter 8 - My Love

Chapter 8

The light of the sun that illuminated from the window woke me up. I managed to sleep last night whilst I was thinking of Westlife. I bathed and changed my clothes. After that, I went outside my room and headed straight to the cafeteria.

When I got there, I noticed Westlife on the same spot when we ate the last time. They were looking at my direction. I tried not to make eye contact to any of them and looked away, pretending not to notice their existence.

Whilst I quickly walked to get away from their stares, someone grabbed my arm and turned me to face him. It was Nicky Byrne, the serious and quiet member of Westlife. "Care to join us?" he asked me with a smile on his face.

"Sorry," I muttered, "I can't," I slowly pulled away from his grasp then continued walking. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him again. I tried to pull away from him but he held on tighter to my arm than he did the first time. I just needed to avoid these celebrities. I also needed to do it step by step.

"What's wrong?" he asked me.

"...What?"

"Why are you avoiding us?" he immediately blurted out. I saw pain and sadness in his eyes. Wait. Did I just say sadness? Why would he feel sad when all he wanted was revenge?

"What?" I tried to play dumb, "No, I'm not. I'm just rather...busy," when I attempted to pull away from his grasp again, he just held on tighter than before. "Please let me go," his fellow members were now out of sight, with me not having a single idea of where they were right now.

"I know that there's something wrong, Rain," he told me. "Please tell me what happened," I tried not to be foolish by not believing the sadness of a tone hidden behind his voice.

I said calmly, "Why don't you just tell me the truth that what you guys said were all a lie?"

"...What are you talking abo—"

That was the time when I snapped at him, "I'm talking about how you just befriended me to get your revenge. It was a rather simple move, trying to get all the heads of everyone around here so they can be the ones to be angry at me,"

"What are you talking about?" this time, I saw panic hidden in his eyes. Panic? I believed that he was the most serious guy in the band. So, why would he panic?

"Don't play dumb with me," I told him. "Just admit it. I know that you planned it all along. I connected all the pieces together,"

"Wa—"

"Now that you got what you want, are you happy? Everyone here hates me now! Are you happy?"

"What's to be happy about?!" he yelled at me, not that loud for someone to overhear though. "How could I be happy when you're thinking of all the wrong things? We wanted to be normal. We also didn't lie to you!"

"Don't lie anymore!" I screamed. "I know all of it! I'm just some dumb girl playing one of your games!"

"You're not a dumb girl!" he screamed back at me. "We wanted you to be our friend! So, please...please believe us,"

"Believe you?" I repeated. "I'm not that dumb of a person anymore," I used all my strength to get out from his grip. And this time, with luck by my side, I managed to escape.