Hiding

Saying Goodbye

Rylies POV

I woke up the next morning to the sound of someone knocking on our door. "Please don't let it be photographers" I mumbled as I sat up a bit. I pulled my phone out to check the time. 10:30.

"Rylie?" Another knock.

It was Niall. I knew it. I slowly rose and walked towards the door. Still in my clothes from yesterday, eyes big and puffy from crying, hair messy and greasy, I opened the door a tiny bit peeking out at him.

"Hello!" He said brightly. Way too brightly considering the events of yesterday.

"Hi. Why are you here? Didn't you have to sleep in?" I asked with a plain frog-like morning voice with no tone at all.

"We are checking out in 30 minutes. I just wanted to give you a proper good bye. I know yesterday sucked. I feel bad, really bad. I read those tweets and I can't begin to imagine how you felt. I know I felt like an idiot." He said pushing the door open a bit more.

"Athena is still asleep." I said looking at the ground and not letting him come in. "And for the record, it was the best night of my life until the Paps came into it." I said, managing a smile.

"Same here." He said returning the smile. "Let's go into my room." He said pushing the door open and offering me to go with him.

"Ok." I said shyly stepping out and letting him lead me to his room. He slid his room key through the card thing and let us in.

"Tell me everything you felt." He said leading me to the sitting area by the deck.

"A lot. When we made out in your car, it was perfect. So perfect. We walked inside and as the fans laid eyes on us I just knew it wasn't going to end well. When you pushed me into the elevator, you didn't really say good bye or apologize and-" I paused as a tear rolled down my cheek. "It hurt. Physically and emotionally. You were a lot more rough than you thought. After I went up 2 floors, fans opened up the doors and called me a slut, bitch, whore, ugly, fat, and more stuff. They said to back off. One of them started spitting at me. And Athena came and pushed through them and got me out of there and back into the room. I got crap on twitter, as you know, and I cried myself to sleep." I said with a shrug as another tear slipped and fell onto the floor.

"Rylie-I didn't mean to be rough and I didn't mean to leave you like that. I didn't mean to put you through that. I panicked and I'm sorry. I'm very truly sorry." He said looking at me with sad, crying blue eyes.

"I know but dating a celebrity when you're just a normal girl is never possible. It just doesn't happen. I was dumb. I'm just a fan too, right? I am. Athena was the only person that was there for me all of yesterday and last night. I need to get back to her. If she wakes up and I'm missing, she will worry. Good bye, Niall." I said, standing up from the sofa and turning around and walking towards the door.

"Rylie you might be a fan, but you feel like more than that to me. So much more. I just want you. Please." He said grabbing my arm. "Please," we whispered, his soft eyes begging for me to stay. To love him. Go tour with him.

I stood on my toes and kissed him on the cheek. "I can't. I need to save up for law school and start a new life. I'm sorry." I said.

Just as I turned on my heel, I was startled by Niall spinning me back towards him and planting a rough but sweet kiss on my lips. It sent a rush through out my body. "Good bye, Rylie. I will text you and call you as much as I can, if that's alright with you." He said smiling as he twirled a strand of my messy hair around his finger.

"Yes, it is. I will see you later." He walked me out of the room and back to mine, giving me a warm hug and then walking down the hall, not looking back once.

"When you get home, this will all feel like a dream." I whispered to myself as I unlocked the door and let myself in.

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Nooooo Riall! Or Nylie!

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