What Makes You Beautiful

Chapter Twelve

I stayed in the lounge. I could easily follow Niall. Tell him many things that could get him to stay. He'd stay if I told him how much I needed him. He was the type of the boyfriend that would do anything for me. But his career should come first. I didn't want to drag him behind. I switched on the TV, but it was the documentary. I remembered missing it on the TV so I watched it on my laptop. I cried at Harry's speech about the hate, and smiled when Niall came on my screen. Now I couldn't. I switched it off and went to my room. I sat on my bed, but felt think my body couldn't support it so I fell to my back. It was then that Beth called. 

'Carrie? Is everything alright with you? I thought we were supposed to meet up at Starbucks.' Starbucks. Where Niall first kissed me. I smiled at the memory, but I still began to miss him. Thinking of the three months without him was hard. I jut couldn't.

'Yeah. I'm fine.' I mumbled. There was a silence. Then Beth spoke.

'Everything okay with Niall..?' 

'Yes.' I said it a bit too quickly. 

'Alright, alright. Would you like me to come round?' Beth asked. 

'...yes.' I whispered. Beth put the phone down, and I pushed mine on the floor. 

Suddenly Beth walked through the door. It was open. She walked through my bedroom door.

'Are your parents home?' Beth asked me. 

'Nah. They've gone to a hotel. Staying for the week. Said i'd be okay on my own.' 

'Ah. So, you're going to tell me what's happened.' Beth sat next to me, and I sat up. 

'What?' I asked. 

'Between you and Niall.' Beth said. 

'I said i'm...' 

'Carrie.' Beth gave me a look. 

'Right. I'm not okay. He came round earlier asking if I cheated on him.' 

'And have you?' 

'Beth! I would never do anything like that! He means so much to me.' I looked down at my phone. It had a photo of us as the background. 

'What then?' Beth asked. 

'Then he told me he was going to France for three months.' 

'Oh.' Beth looked down. 'It's alright. Call him. Text him. You'll be fine. We'll be fine and we can take your mind off him.' 

'I suppose. I just wish he didn't have to leave. I'm going to miss him. A lot.'

'Tell him that?'

'I don't want to hold him back. This is his career. I don't want to stop him. It's complicated..' 

'Well, I best get to the girls. You're welcome to join us.' Beth stood up and walked to the door to wait for a reply. 

'Nah. I think i'll just stay here. Have fun though.' Beth smiled sympathetically then left. 

I shouldn't have, but I cried. It was hard to contain. I'd cried a lot over Niall. Some people say that boys aren't worth crying over. But Niall was my whole world. He came round when I was sad, and saved me from hate. He let himself get kissed by a stranger, just to keep the hate away. I loved him for that. And I felt, that he did too. He told me, but I wasn't sure if he meant it. 

I kicked off my Toms and snuggled under my duvet. It was then that I dreamt. 

Niall was next to me and we were smiling. We were happy. Then Louis, Liam, Zayn and Harry walked by. Niall let go of me, started smiling more happily and walked off with the boys. I chased them to a road side. They were about to get in to a taxi to go to the airport. 

'Niall wait.' I shouted. I started crying. He turned around, and scowled at me. 

'Why would I want you? You were just a cover up to get me and the boys more publicity. And it worked. We're off to Paris. I can leave you. You're nothing to me. Nothing.' He spat the last word and pushed me on to the concrete. I fell and whacked my head on the post behind me. I rubbed my head, and looked at it. It was bleeding. I stood up and reached out for Niall. But he got in the taxi and drove away. I cried again.

'Niall! Don't leave me!' I fell to my knees and cried. 

'Please don't.' 

Suddenly I woke up. I saw Niall in the door way, the light shining on his face, making his blue eyes sparkle. It was dark outside. 

'Niall.' I sat up. My head felt sticky. I touched it and looked at my hand. My head was bleeding. 

'Ouch.' I mumbled. I must have hit it on my bed post. 

'Carrie. I'm sorry. I never meant for you to react this way.' He came to sit next to me. He reached in his pocket for a small tissue and pulled it out. 

'Here.' He pushed the tissue to my head. I held it there, whilst he pulled my hair into a side ponytail. 

'Are you okay?' Niall asked, lifting my chin up. 

'Yeah. Erm. What are you doing here?' I looked up at him. 

'This was my last night before I went to France. I wanted to spend it with you.' He put his hands on mine. 

'But then I saw you sleeping and you were calling my name. I didn't want to wake you, so I stopped. That's when you woke up.' 

'Oh.' I looked down biting my lip. Niall fell on to his back and I pulled me on his chest. I could feel his heart beating rapidly. 

'You hear that?' He looked at me. 

'Your heart?' He nodded. 

'I was scared. I thought you were having a nightmare. About me.' He closed his eyes. 

'I don't want you ever thinking that again, okay? It's just three months. But I don't have to go.' His eyes snapped open. 

'No!' I sat up and he followed. 'I don't want you giving up your career for me.' 

'No. Don't think of it that way. I just don't want to leave you if you're going to wake up crying and hitting your head.' He grabbed a towel from my floor, folded it into a long rectangle, and tied it round my head. 

'There. That should stop the bleeding. Now get some rest, okay?' He pushed me down and I fell back on to my mattress and closed my eyes. But it wasn't long before I woke up, tears streaming down my face. I turned to face Niall, shivering. He pulled up the duvet closer to my chin and wrapped his muscular arms round me. 

'The dream?' He asked, he too lying underneath the duvet. I nodded wiping my eyes. 

He kissed my forehead smiling. 

'I'll never leave you. I promise. Now go to sleep. I'm right here.'