I rush to the nearest bathroom, tears falling as I lock the door and lean against it. I heave, trying to catch a breath, shutting my eyes I try to stop crying. Breathe. Breathe.
I don't know why exactly I'm crying. Maybe because I realize how shitty my life is, or the fact that my dad is coming home soon or maybe it's the fact that Niall tries so hard and I'm just no good for him.
I could never see myself with him, happily, anyways. I don't know how to love and he wouldn't know how to deal with someone who's been mentally and physically abused for years. Shit, I don't even know how to deal with myself.
I pace the small bathroom, my breathing only picking up. Niall could never like someone like me. Niall could never like someone like me. Niall could never like someone like me.
I don't even like me.
I angrily palm at my hair, pulling at it. Why was I given my life? Why am I such a fuckup?
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Niall's POV
My eyes scan the crowd of people, frantically trying to find Noelle. I notice Samantha, her friend, she's drunk but she's alone. I walk up to her, hoping she's seen Noelle.
"Hey have you seen Noelle?" I ask her, she smiles at me, slapping her hand on my shoulder.
"Nope. Isn't she with you?" She slurs.
I sigh, my eyes still wandering around. "She was."
"You guys are so cute together, like really, maybe you can knock some sense into her." Samantha chuckles, her eyes half open.
"What do you mean?" I ask her confused. Why would I 'knock sense into Noelle?'
"She sucks at boxing, have you seen her face? I told her she sucks and she should quit but she says she enjoys it. I beg to differ." She hiccups and I nod, my mouth shut tightly.
Noelle has everyone believing she's a boxer.
"Hey if you find her can you ask her if she can give me my shirt back?" Samantha asks and I nod, already walking away from her.
"Yeah, sure."
I notice the familiar brunette walking toward the front door and I follow quickly after her.
"Noelle, wait." I shout to her when I notice she's picked up her speed to avoid me. My voice startles her because I notice her flinch but she doesn't turn or stop.
I run after her, my hand wrapping around her arm gently, stopping her in her tracks.
"Noelle, please, talk to me." I plead to her and I notice her bloodshot eyes, her tear stained cheeks.
"Are you oka-"
"Please let go." She mumbles and I gulp, letting go of her arm. She takes half a step back and I take half a step forward.
"What's wrong? What did I say? What did I do?" I question her, was I too forward? Am I too pushy?
She looks up, blinking fast. "I just- were moving too fast, that's all... I don't want a relationship right now." She whispers. I want to believe that thats the reason but I know it's deeper than that.
