Be My Mascot

Chapter 57

Thank you for all your comments on the last chapter! Some of your predictions were just about on point ;)

Also I hope none of you are getting confused when I mention the sport 'football.' No, I don't mean American football, I basically mean soccer. You'll also notice this when they say 'mum.' I'm not British and you may have picked up on that already because of the way I spell some words. But I use 'mum' anyway because that would be how they would pronounce it. Hope I cleared some stuff up for you!

Now for the chapter!

Chapter 57

Bailey's POV

I lay there motionless in bed for a good thirty minutes. From the moment Niall walked out the door, I knew not to go after him. He needs time and as selfish as I am to not give him any, I do. Because who knows what he'd say or do to me without given the deserved time to breathe and think by himself.

I feared what was currently going through his mind.

But most of all, I feared where his current standings and thoughts of me were.

It's weird because worse things have happened to us. Various fights and arguments have occurred during our relationship. For example, Niall actually cheating on me with an old lover, me "spending too much time with Brandon" which led to neither one of us speaking to each other for a little while.

I guess what I'm saying is, I know our relationship isn't perfect. We've bickered and broken up, yelled and screamed, you name it. But our love for each other and strive to be together overpowers every single argument we've every had.

This single one that we're in the middle of right now hasn't even been our worst one. I don't even want to consider which one actually was the most heart wrenching. However, I'm just praying that Niall is calming down wherever he is and realizing that I really didn't do anything wrong. I wish he'd grasp the fact that I didn't kiss Harry, he kissed me. And that there is no one else in the entire universe that I'd ever want to be with but him.

Our affection and pure love for each other has taken us on an amazing path in both our lives. But I'm hoping that is just another bump in the road.

*****

Four hours.

Four hours have gone by with the whipping wind rattling the windows of the bedroom I've been camped away in since he's left. Through that time, rain began to swell up in the clouds before gushing down on the Irish soil. And he's been out there the entire time. Maybe he's gone inside somewhere. Where? I don't have a single clue.

My worry and concern for this man right now has sky rocketed. He hasn't answered any of my calls or texts. It was then I remembered the crumbling heap of destroyed rubbish piled up next to his bed. Among the trash is his cracked phone.

This "giving him space to breathe" technique I'm using is eating me alive. I want to see him so badly right now. I want to tell him how sorry I am for putting him through this pain of rejection he feels even though I honestly believe I personally didn't do anything to try and hurt him.

I keep telling myself that the kiss with Harry wasn't my fault. He forced it upon me without my permission or even any sign that he was going to!

Well.. I mean, I guess you could count the part where he told me I was beautiful, but still. It was uncalled for.

I pace the room for minutes on end, never stopping.

Maybe I should go looking for him..

I go to the window and open the blinds, testing the weather. The immense amount of rainfall has slowed down to a light drizzle.