Like a Fairytale [njh]

Chapter Nineteen

Please read author's note at bottom.

NIALL'S POV

It was a couple hours later, and we were all in our separate hotel rooms. I was sharing mine with Matt, of course, but he was basically dead. The boy could sleep anywhere, much like myself.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"It's Louis."

I remained sitting on my bed for a few seconds before getting up. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to talk to him or not. It's not that I was actually mad at him, I was just mad. Frustrated. He was simply the one I was attaching my feelings to. After all, he was the one who'd asked Izzy to freaking come on tour with us.

Eventually, I got up and opened the door. The knob wouldn't open at first. Probably because of all the stupid gel on my hand; I had been running my hands through my hair ever since Matt had fallen asleep about two hours ago.

"I'm sorry," Louis said sincerely.

"It's fine."

"No. Really."

"Lou, it's fine."

"It's not."

I sighed. "Okay. What's wrong, then?"

He motioned for me to follow him to his room. Reluctant at first, I did.

"Look, I know I shouldn't have done that. Well, not at the time, but I do now. Anyway, she's your...whatever she is. It was your call to make, not mine. And I'm sorry."

I smiled and a small laugh escaped from behind my lips. "I really don't mind. In fact, I want her to come. I just didn't want to ask because I met her, like, two weeks ago."

"Are you serious?" Louis said in either disbelief or anger. I couldn't tell.

"What?"

"You made me think up that dumb apology just because you didn't have the balls to ask her yourself?"

"Uh."

"Get out. Oh, my God. Just get out."

Louis herded me out into the hallway and shut the door as soon as I was out of his room.

IZZY'S POV

I laid awake in Allison's room on Allison's bed. After the phone call with Niall and Louis, I had told her I wear going to sleep.

Allison was in the living room watching reruns of her favorite show. She said she would come back when she was tired, but I suspected Paul Wesley had already kissed her goodnight.

Realizing sleep was totally out of reach, I got up and walked to the living room. As I predicted, Allison was passed out with an episode of The Vampire Diaries playing.

I just needed a little fresh air. Dressed in my pajamas, I quietly walked to the sliding doors that led to the backyard. Al's house was pretty big, and so was her backyard.

It was at least three in the morning, and the stars looked as if they would be in the sky forever. Crossing over the grass to a medium-sized tree, I sat on a depressed wooden swing dangling from a branch. Allison and I used to swing on it when we were little. Every night that I was here. We would always say we were swinging into the stars.

The swing creaked a bit when I sat, but I didn't get too concerned, I just wanted to sit.

Maybe I hadn't come out here just for fresh air. I couldn't sleep. And that was because of my choice about whether I should go on tour with the boys or not.