My Love (Westlife)

Chapter 10 - My Love

Chapter 10

What was that unforgivable thing that pricked my foot anyway? It was really painful. I also dropped my precious guitar whilst falling. Well, that was the time when I heard some footsteps, slow footsteps in particular. I didn't dare to shout for any help. I didn't really yell knowing that no one would even dare to save the likes of me anyway.

I was just someone who was being ignored.

I was used to being ignored.

The footsteps got closer. Before I knew it, artificial light was now burning my eyes. The light moved downward, enough to not cause my eye any damage.

"What are you doing here?" I asked when I saw who the light holder was.

"You...what are you doing here?" he answered my question with a question. It was epic, considering that standing in front of me now was Nicky Byrne. I bit my lip, hoping that the pain would stop bothering me. I held the palm of my foot to stop it from bleeding. "What happened to you?" he asked with a worried voice.

"Nothing," I said whilst keeping the pain for myself, "You can go back to your cottage now," it didn't take me a second to realize that he didn't even make a single move nor a single step. He kneeled in front of me and held my foot.

"You call this nothing?" he asked. "It's bleeding,"

"Yeah, it's nothing. It doesn't even hurt," He pressed the wound, not even caring about the blood that was pouring out of my foot. I hissed and glared at him. It was really painful for anyone to bear.

"We need to clean this wound," he said whilst he stood up and offered a hand to me. "Can you walk?"

"I can take care of myself. Just please go back to your cottage now," I ordered him. "Please,"

"I'll leave you alone if you can prove to me that you can walk. But if not, you're going back with me in our cottage,"

What the hell was he talking about? As far as I could remember, his band used me. They used me. Why would I even want to breathe in the same room as them now? "If I can walk, you'll leave right?" he took a nod.

I stood up trying not to remember about the pain. I just needed to bear with the pain for just a minute and he would leave. He needed to leave. I didn't need his help. I walked, the pain was killing me but I was not showing any hint of it.

After some painful walking, I muttered to him, "You can leave,"

"...Okay,"

He walked away from me, which I was very thankful for. After a few minutes, I stumbled back to ground. I was out of balance because of the pain. I wasn't able to carry myself anymore...well, that was until I found myself being held by Nicky Byrne who I thought was gone a few minutes ago.

"You have no choice," he said. "You're going back to our cottage with me."