Our Little Secret // h.s.

Chapter 14

"Niall, it's been a whole day! Stop ignoring me." I whine as he walks past me in the hotel room. I watch as he grabs a water from the mini fridge, turns, looks at me, then rolls his eyes.

"You've been in interviews all day, you're finally back, and you're ignoring me!" I yell, throwing my hands up in the air in frustration. "Meanwhile, I've been stuck here all day, texting you, not hearing anything, and then you come back and just flat out not talk to me."

"Well no shit, I'm pissed at you. I try to comfort you, and you run into my friend's arms for comfort, instead of mine. I was right there! Right in front of you, and when I tried to take you from him, you shook your head no!" he freaks out, his voice turning red. I watch as a vein pops on his forehead, and I shrink back a little.

"I'm sorry! I was upset, emotional, and drunk! You heard the whole story in the car. Don't you think that would should shake a girl up?" I scoff, blocking him as he tries to get around me. "Why the fuck does it matter anyways? I just needed comfort from someone."

"Because I'm your fucking best friend and he's just a bandmate of mine!" he yells even louder, throwing the water bottle onto the ground. It smashes into the table beside us, creating a loud thud.

"Okay, he was there! Literally right there. I just wanted to hide away from the problem into someone's arms. Are you seriously more pissed about that than the fact that someone tried to take advantage of me?" I scream. At this point, someones at the door, and I think it's Liam whose on the other side, asking if we're okay.

"Go away!" Niall yells at the door before yelling at me again, "Just go the fuck home if you're going to be like this."

"Like what?" I stare at him in shock.

"A fucking bitch!" he freaks out again, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"How the fuck am I a bitch?" I yell even louder, appalled that he called me such a thing.

"You came to America on MY TOUR to SEE ME! The majority of the time you aren't even with me, and when you get upset, you ignore me and go to someone else for comfort! Just go the fuck home!" he yells. A hard lump has formed in my throat and I try to swallow it down with tears in my eyes.

"You know what, fine! I'm having a shit time with your overprotective ass, your dumb ass paparazzi, and some of these fucking Americans anyways! And you're too fucking busy and moody now anyways!"

"Okay, fucking go!"

"Fine." I huff. I stomp back into our bedroom, grabbing my luggage. I throw my clothes and brush that were laid out beside the bed into my bag, assume I have everything and zipper up. I grab my phone from the bed, stand up, and roll it out.

"Bye." I grumble, eyeing him as I see him standing there, pinching the bridge of his nose, with his eyes closed.

"Here, I'll get the fucking door for you." he mutters, with a hint of a growl. He walks in front of me, opens it up and gestures for me to get out. I roll my eyes and walk out, jumping when he slams the door shut. I look up to see Liam and Zayn standing beside the door, gaping at me.

"Don't go, you know he doesn't mean it! He curses all the time and gets mad easily sometimes!" Liam instantly tries to defend Niall, trying to get me to stay.

"Yeah, not with me. We've never even fought before." I scoff, shaking my head. I hold tightly onto the handle and walk away to the lift, where the guard is standing next to and staring at me.

I press the button, dreading how I'll have to wave down a taxi outside, knowing it can be tough sometimes, especially in New York City.

After some time, I've booked my flight, got checked by security, and am eventually waiting for boarding. My flight leaves at 8:17 pm, and I've been stuck on some little black chair waiting. I keep my phone clutched to my stomach while looking out the window at all the airplanes. 5, I count. One rolling past, and the others all just sitting, and waiting, like me.

I tap my foot lightly on the ground, humming the tune of 'Isn't She Lovely'. I keep thinking about him. I never said goodbye to him, and he's out on a 'date' with Stephanie today, after they finished all their interviews. I want to text him and say goodbye to him, but I don't want to yet. Not until I'm out of this city.

I'm not going to lie, I feel let down when they announce that it's time to board the plane, and no one came running for me in the airport like they do in the movies. My phone buzzes and I glance down, my hopes getting up for nothing when I see that it's just my grandmother calling. I sigh, and answer, "Hello?"

I stand up and begin walking to the boarding line.

"Your grandfather will meet you by baggage pick up!" she announces. I smile softly, knowing I'll be with them in about 3 hours.

"Okay, grandma, I'm boarding the plane now. I'll give you guys a call when I land." I smile, before showing my ticket to the lady at the gate entrance. She tells me to have a good flight, and I walk through the super tiny hall that leads to the plane.

"Okay, have a safe flight sweetie. I love you!"

"I love you too." I hang up the phone, click it, and shove it in my pocket. I look for seat G4, and take my seat next to the window. I sigh, glancing out the window at the airport. No turning back now.

An old man comes up and takes his seat beside me, the look on his face telling me he doesn't want to be bothered. I smile lightly at him and then rest my head on the seat. I then decide I should probably text Harry now, as I'm sure he is still out of the loop. I really just want to hear from him.

I send him a quick text that reads a simple 'Goodbye, I'll miss you. x' and sigh. Someone says over the intercom that it's now time to shut off phones, and in that second my phone begins to buzz. I look down to see it ringing, from Harry, and I bite my lip. I decline the call and shut off my phone, as they had asked.

I look out the window, and then sudden realization hits me. I never grabbed my bag with my sketchpad in it. My heart sinks and I throw my head back, even more upset now.