~ It Never Should've Been ~ One Direction Fan Fiction ~

~ Chapter 25 - Calming Down ~*

"He hit you," Carla said slowly, as though she couldn't comprehend it.

I nodded and turned so she could see my face and she bristled with anger. "What did you do to him?"

"Well, he kinda ran away," I said, my voice getting quiter with every word. My hand raised to my face and ran my fingers over my the bump which had stopped growing.

"He fucking ran away!"

"Yeah."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," she screamed.

I looked over at Jayda and she too was just watching her hands which were in her lap.

"This guy, okay, this guy, hit you and then ran? How stupid is that! I mean, Ellie! You could and should press charges! This guy assaulted you!"

"I'm not going to press charges."

"You WHAT!" Carla screamed.

"I'm not going to press charges."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Do you know how much hate I'm going to get? Do you know how much hate LivLoud is going to get? And in a way, do you know how much hate Harry will probably get?"

She looked at me for a moment before gathering me into her arms, "You are an amazing girl, Ellie Keddington. I could never do what you do. And it shows real maturity that you aren't pressing charges. You should, but it's amazing that you aren't."

I hugged her back before pulling away, "And don't worry about them. I'm not going near any of them ever again."

"Me either," piped up Jayda, joining our hug.

We all took a group hug and after a minute, we pulled away.

Carla looked out the window and said, "Well I should go. It's pitch black outside and it's late. I know you girls are probably tired too."

Jayda and I nodded and we saw Carla to the door.

"You two be safe. And I'm trusting you not to see those boys again, okay?"

"You bet," I answered before giving her one last hug.

She smiled and after she gave Jayda a hug, she went out to her BMW and drove away to her flat which was just a few blocks away.

After closing the door, I walked back over to the couch and sat down, wrapping a blanket around me.

Jayda came and sat down next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Are you okay? It's been a rough day, I know."

I sighed and leaned into her, "It's just kinda hard."

"I know," she said, placing her chin on top of my head, "It will get better I promise."

"Why are we talking like i just went through a break up!" I called out unexpectedly.

"Because, babe, you kinda did. You lost five friends today-"

"You're counting Harry as a friend? You do remember he hit me right?"

"Ellie, I wasn't counting Harry. I was counting Paul. And Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Niall. And what you've told me today, about what happened in the elevator and in Hollister, it does sound like it was a break up. In a way, it sounds like you and Niall were silent dating."

"Silent dating?" I asked.

"Yeah," she answered.

"What's that?"

"It's when two people are obviously loving each other, people around them very aware of their relationship, though those two people aren't taking it to a full on relationship."

I sniffled, "Like me and Niall?"

"Like you and Niall," Jayda confirmed.

I layed in her arms for awhile, sniffling every now and then. The whole time, she rubbed my back comforting me.

After awhile, I got up, well pried myself out of Jayda's arms as she was asleep. I stood up and gently pushed her into a laying down position and grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over her body.

I kissed her cheek and whispered, "Thank you."

I stood back up and walked down the short hall and into my bedroom and changed out of the awful outfit and into a huge tee-shirt that read 'I <3 New York' and light blue cotton shorts. Just like the color or Niall's eyes.

My heart immediatly fell and I mentally slapped myself. I didn't want to, and or need to think about him or any of them.

After thinking of them, I couldn't sleep, even after I layed in bed with all the lights off.

I ended up pulling out my laptop and turning it on. After it booted up, I pulled up Twitter.

339 New Followers; 573 New Mentions

I groaned and looked at the followers. They all had 'One Direction' in their username someone, whether it be '1D', 'OneDirection', or anything thing else people thought up of.

I looked at the mentions and about half were things saying 'I'm so happy you got out of the hospital today!' or something similar. But the other half, were hate. Some saying, 'You only got hurt to get the boys attention,' or 'You're stealing my husband away from me!'

Without looking at anymore, I closed down Twitter and sat looking at my homescreen. It was a picture of me and Jayda a few years back in New York - the same time I got my shirt.

It was amazing being back in our birth country. I laughed slightly, remembering the guy we had met there - the guy who took the picture. It was funny because he was amazed by us, with our accents and all, but he was surprised when we told him we were orignally from America. Which was true.

We were both born in America and we moved together when we were around two to London. That's how we have our accents; we grew up with it.

And ever since then, I've lived with Jayda and her parents. I've always called them 'Mum' and 'Dad'. Which that too, is kinda true.

When I was born, my parents were killed in a car crash. They were taking me home from the hospital and a drunk driver hit us. I was the only surviver. Though when Jayda's parents heard about it, they immediatly took me in, knowing my parents from when they were young kids.

They raised me with all the information they knew about my parents, and I thanked them for that. I love them and all, but I wish my parents were still here. It's something about being raised by your own parents that gets to me sometimes.

Before I knew it, more tears were streaming down my face, and I knew the reason why. I was thinking about my parents. They always brought tears to my eyes. I looked over at my bed side table and looked at the framed picture. It was of me and my parents in the hospital. the nurse took it when  I was only a few hours old.

i smiled slightly and turned off my laptop, putting it away. I looked at the framed picture one more time and turned off the light. I thought about my life with my parents if they were still alive. Wondering that if I grew up with them, if i would of ever moved to London, if I would of ever met One Direction. And if I would of ever gone through all of this.