Meeting One Direction

Chapter 30

Previously:

I scroll through her tweets and see that she retweets us all. She seems fake to me. I block her and write up a tweet.To all those girls who are being rude about the "Mystery Girl", leave her alone." I hit send. I scroll through my timeline and see that Ed is heading to Australia soon. I need to text him so we can hang out.

Indieana:

The days blur together until it's 2 weeks after the event. Slowly I withdraw from the world, not talking to even Harry anymore. Niall tries to talk to me a few more times but it never ends well.

"Indie will you just talk to me? And listen to what I have to say?" An angry voice asks.

I zone back in and look up at him. His eyes have lost that glimmer which he had the first time I saw them up close. The blue that looks like the sea by the coast, the ice in the Arctic. I open my mouth to say something, just to get that sparkle back but I close my mouth, not sure what to say.

"You're impossible! I've tried everything to get you to talk but you're being stubborn!" With that he storms out the living room and out the door without a backwards look.

I curl into a the arm of the sofa and begin to cry. I've done that a lot lately. Curling up and crying. I don't know how long I sit in that position but eventually my mom comes home with Liam and Zayn trailing behind her with grocery bags in each arms.

"Get in the kitchen and help me cook Indie." My mom commands, no hint of argument in her tone.

I lay there in hope that she'll let me be but she just keeps telling me to come to the kitchen. I sigh and get up, pushing the blanket to the side. I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror and notice purple bags underneath my eyes.

I dismiss the thought before I can really think and walk to the warm kitchen already hearing Zayn laughing.