Behind the Scenes

Happy Birthday

 “Niall!” I yelled across the room, but he didn’t turn to face me, and i saw him lean down but couldn’t tell what he was doing.

Suddenly, my phone went off and I answered hastily, trying to get across the room to where I’d seen my boyfriend.

“Hello?” I said

“Hannah?” I heard a gravely voice on the other end.

I froze and I’m sure all colour drained from my face, “Brad?” I asked in a whisper

“Curtis is dead.”

“WHAT?” I said into the phone, “This is the sickest joke you’ve ever played! What the hell?”

“It’s not a joke, his lung re collapsed and they couldn’t get him oxygen fast enough.” Brad told me

“You’re lying; id that had happened, Darcey or Tom or Mark or someone would have called me.” I told him indignantly

“They don’t want to talk to you Hannah; they blame you for not being here.” Brad told me and my whole body began shaking.

“You’re lying!” I cried, tears streaming down my face as his words sunk in.

“I’m not lying, and you’re a bad friend.” Brad told me and hung up.

I dropped my phone and pushed my way through the crowded mall to get to Niall, wanting him to comfort me, but when i got there, that wasn’t the case.

“Niall?” I questioned and his blonde head removed itself from the girl’s lips. When she turned to look at me, I saw it was his ex girlfriend and she wore a triumphant smirk.

“What are you doing?” I questioned.

“Kissing my girlfriend.” He said in a duh tone

“I’m your girlfriend.” I said

“You thought that was real? I can’t believe you thought I actually could like someone like you!” he said before he started laughing, and so did the girl. Soon, everyone in the mall was pointing and laughing at me and I ran from the scene, my heart shattered and my face covered in the tears that refused to stop flowing.

I woke up with a start, sitting bolt upright in my bed with a sob and I realised my face really was covered in tears, that still wouldn’t stop after that horrible dream.

Niall stirred next to me, and he opened his eyes groggily and looked at me for a reason why I was waking up. When he saw my face, he instantly sat up and put his arms around me concerned.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he asked quickly

“N-no, it wa-was just uh-uh bad dream.” I stammered out between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, I did-didn’t mean to wa-wake you.”

“Are you serious? Sleep doesn’t matter; and don’t apologise for having a bad dream.” He told me and I smiled gratefully at him.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked softly

I nodded and he held me in his arms as we leant back down into a lying position and I told him about the worst dream I could ever remember having. He stroked my hair, soothing me, and when it was over, he asked only one question, “Who’s Brad?”

“He was my first boyfriend. I didn’t even really like him but I let people pressure me into dating him and he was not a good guy. He seemed it at first, but things got bad and I left him. I wasn’t going to be one of those girls who were too afraid to leave a relationship. He took it badly when I ended it and ended up pretty much stalking me for a while before Curtis and the boys went and had a chat with him. He’s left me alone since then but that’s why they’re so protective of me.” I told him. My tears had stopped and my breathing was back to normal, along with my heart rate.