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Chapter 30 - "He still loves me, huh?"

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Gif of Niall.

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Previously in chapter 29:

"Baby, you look happier, you do. I knew one day you'd fall for someone new. But if he breaks your heart like lovers do, just know that I'll be waiting here for you."

Just seconds after the song ended, a hand was wrapped around my elbow, pulling me back.

Without thinking twice about it, I almost threw myself onto Niall. He immediately wrapped his arms around me, one hand at the back of my head as I pressed myself against his chest, violently crying.

"It's okay. You're okay." He said.

"No, I'm not." I sobbed, tugging at his shirt and clenching my eyes together.

"One day you will be."

I choked on the air in my throat as I sharply inhaled, before shaking my head.

I didn't care that I was crying like a baby in the middle of a festival. I didn't care that it was my ex hugging me. I didn't care that my life was falling apart. I was too tired to care.

"Let me fix you again." He said in a low voice, and gently kissed the top of my head. "Let me be the one to save you again."

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"Olivia, please get up."

I shook my head again, burying my head in between my knees.

I was now sitting on the ground, not allowing Niall to even touch me anymore. The tears didn't seem to stop coming and everything felt hopeless. Niall had hugged me for what felt like forever, until I broke free from his embrace and sat down on the grass.

"Stop acting like a child and stand up."

I stared up at him.

"There's a difference between acting like a child and having a fucking mental breakdown! I thought that you out of all people would understand!"

He slightly rolled his eyes before crouching down right in front of me.

"The difference between you and me is that you're not afraid to show how you feel. Have you ever seen me cry? No, because one of us has to be the strong one."

He reached out and wiped away my tears.

"My mom told me that when you were in the hospital after a breakdown, just like this one. I had to be strong because you couldn't."

"But we both have fucked up minds." I sniffed.

He smiled a little.

"We do. But instead of sitting here crying for everyone to see, why don't we go back to the tents and tuck you in for the night?"

"Ed isn't finished yet."

"What's more important, your mental health or some stupid show?"

He grabbed my hands and pulled me up from the ground. Without saying anything else, he began leading me towards the tent area. I could hear Ed announcing that he was about to play his last song, and I was a bit sad that I wasn't able to witness the entire show. But I guess Niall was right. My mental health is more important.