Forgotten

Chapter 23

"MASSIVE THANK YOU ATLANTA! WE LOVE YOU, YOU ARE VERY LOUD” Harry yelled. They had just finished their matinee show in Atlanta. I stayed with Liam 24/7 and didn’t go around Niall.
            “Are we going to get doughnuts now? I’m starving!” Louis whined. I rolled my eyes. Louis was always complaining. I was riding on Liam’s back as we all walked to the tour bus. The 5SOS lads were tagging along. Harry called them the “emo’s” I don’t really know why. I must be an inside joke. Gabby was skipping and holding Niall’s hand. Eleanor was linking arms with Lou and Perrie was on Zayn’s back. They just announced their engagement and we all celebrated over dinner the night before. It’s kind of sad to know Perrie is receiving death threats too. I loved them together and never wanted them to ever separate.
            “Yes Louis. Now shut up!” I yelled, smacking his head.
            “God, Beatrice, who pissed in your cereal!?” He rubbed his head and moved to walk beside Zayn, away from me. I shrugged and rested my head on Liam’s shoulder. I loved when he gave me piggy-back rides, he was so stronge. I got off when we got to the bus and hopped on the couch. On the road again. Liam sat beside me and put his arm around me, rubbing my shoulder. I could see Niall glaring at me in my peripheral vision. He was fidgeting.
            “You know what’s a pain?” Niall blurted out randomly. We all stared at him quizzically. He turned his gaze towards me.
            “You.” He frowned. I raised my eyebrows and silently gestured to myself.
            “Me? Why am I the pain?”
            “Cause you’re always in a shitty mood and you’re bringing us all down!”
I just sat there. Mouth open. Liam stood up but I pulled him back down. Gabby was staring at him, bewildered, with her mouth open also. The rest of the boys were confused looks with each other.
            “You’re ruining this tour experience for us!” He yelled. All the lads just let out a serious of “Woah!” And “that’s not true!” all jumbled up in one garble. Liam bolted up and ran over to Niall before I could stop him. He grabbed his jacket and yanked him up. I pulled Gabby off the couch and next to me. Then it all happened at once…
Liam punched Niall. Louis struggled to contain Liam. Zayn tried to grab Niall off of Liam as her tried to fight him back. Harry was yelling for them to stop and settle down. It seemed like slow motion.
            “I SHOULD HAVE NEVER INVITED YOU, YOU BITCH. GO HOME! GO BACK TO MUM AND DAD-“
 
The words hit me like a ton of bricks. He didn’t realize what he said. Mum and Dad were dead…I had no one to go back to. Everything was silent. You could hear a pen drop. My eyes welled up with tears but I held my ground, not moving from that spot. I felt frozen, numb, like I couldn’t move. Tears were spilling over my cheeks and I could feel my face getting hot. He stared at me, breathing heavily. He stuttered, trying to spit out some sort of English word. I let go of Gabby’s hand and stood up slowly, eyes focused on the ground. Slowly I walked passed the boys and into the back room, closing the door behind me. I collapsed on the chair and sobbed, loudly. Ugly sobs spilled out of my mouth. I couldn’t control them anymore. I missed mum and dad, easy as that. I knew he didn’t think before he said it, but he still spoke those words. It must have not hit him that they really were gone. I would have gladly gone back to mum and dad, in their little New York apartment. I would give anything to go back to our house in Mullingar. I would give anything to eat one of mum’s home cooked meals again, or play football with dad in the yard. I started to sob louder and harder. I didn’t try to hold back my emotions, I just let them pour out. The door to the living room area swung open and Liam came running in. I hid my face, but still cried.
            “Oh my God, Bea…” He cooed, pulling me off of the chair and onto the floor. I lay crumpled up in his arms, sobbing into his gray t-shirt. He ran his hands through my hair and made soft, shushing sounds while swaying back and forth. Eventually my sobs turned into cries, which turned into whimpers, then little chokes. He said the occasional “It’s alrigh. There we go. Shhh, I love you” I lifted my head and grabbed a tissue from the table beside the chair, blowing my nose and wipping my eyes, which felt raw and puffy.
            “He knows how sensitive I am about them. He-He knowd they’re…gone” I choked. I heard footsteps and the door open again. There he was, my brother. He rubbed his hands together and spoke to Liam.
            “Let me speak to her” he choked. He had been crying too, a lot harder than me.