Moments (One Direction)

Chapter Seven

 “See I can't wake up I'm living a nightmare

That keeps playing over again

Locked in a room so hung up on you

And you're cool with just being friends” - Why Don't You Love Me, Hot Chelle Rae

Les

It's a madhouse in here. And I realize that Liam was not quite telling me all of the truth. He's not just 'really famous'. Not based on this reaction.

“Liam!” screams a girl.

“Louis! Will you marry me?”

“Zayn! Sign my-” I don't particularly want to hear whatever she wants Zayn to sign. One of the security guards finally makes it to our table. Preston, I think.

“Come on” he growls, roughly grabbing my arm in one hand and Liam's in the other. And he pulls us straight through the screaming mass. I shut my brain off. One of my talents, when something's gotten really bad, and I just don't want to think. My real problem is turning it back on.

-

Liam

Finally, we make it out of there. Preston has Les and I, Patrick has Zayn and Louis, and Jonas has Harry and Niall. They shove us into the van and drive, before the fans can realize where we've gone.

“They came out of nowhere, mate” says Niall. He's a bit paler then usual.

“No kidding” says Zayn. “I swear the place was empty when we got there.” I look over at Les, and what I see scares me. Her eyes are blank, unseeing.

“Les?” I ask. No answer. I grab her hand and squeeze tightly. She looks at me, but she's really pale and shaky. “Les, please answer me” I say.

“I can't do this” she whispers.

“It won't happen again” I say. “I promise.”

“How can you keep that promise?” she asks. “This is who you are.” I share a glance with Niall, and his face says it all. He's afraid, too.

-

We get back to the flat soon enough, and Les goes straight to her room and closes the door. I make pizza (well, I heat pizza) but she won't eat any. I'm really worried about her.

-

The next morning, we don't really have anything to do, so, of course, the lads all end up at my place. Probably cause it's the neatest out of all of us.

“How's Les?” asks Niall, as soon as he walks in the door.

“Still in her room” I answer quietly. “I'm worried.”

“Can I talk to her?” asks Niall.

“Yeah, I'll-” I start to say. He cuts me off.

“Alone.” I nod, and he heads over to her room. And part of me wonders why he's so intent on talking to her 'alone'.

-

Les

I'm not hungry. Or thirsty. Maybe if I just don't eat, I can fade away. I don't want any of this. I wish Liam had just let me jump.

There's a knock on my door. I ignore it, and roll over in my bed so I'm facing away from it. It's probably Liam again.

The door opens. “Love, why won't you eat?” asks a voice with an Irish accent. Niall. I don't look at him.

“I'm not hungry” I say.

“Well, you've got Liam and I really worried” he says. “Please, Les?”