Better Safe Than Sorry

Chapter Seven: Sinking in

So sorry I haven't been able to update for awhile! Just got back from Phoenix. I don't have a purpose in life now that I've been to a 1D concert. I might as well just write 1D fan fics for the rest of forever since I don't have anything better to do or look forward to. I've been thinking I could write a fan fiction of what happened in Phoenix, then just like... change it to make it end up so the character actually meets the guys and/or falls in love with them, all that crap. I know exactly how to change that up. Anywho, enjoy guys!

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I lifted my head off of Niall's shoulder as I heard the trunk of the van open. The blonde boy and I looked back at Harry, whom had bought two cart-full's of Walmart food. I wrinkled my nose because the food from the SuperWalmart was usually not the most healthy thing in the world.

Harry had a man that worked at the store helping him load the food into the large vehicle. Niall and I just continued to sit there, and Niall kept his hand on mine.

All the bags hardly fit into the back, so they needed to place a few around Niall and me, which I didn't mind. I was really glad that nobody had realized whom the boys I was with were.

I was slightly surprised at how much Harry had bought and wondered how long it would be until the food ran out. As Harry popped into the black van, put on his seatbelt, and turned on the car, I concluded that it would only be two weeks at most for the food to vanish.

We pulled out of the parking lot and started the ten minute ride back to The Canyons. It was a quiet car ride for the most part.

We were about halfway back to the house, when Harry spoke up and broke the silence.

"Guys, I know you're sad about this, but... Erm, you have to just, get over it, I guess."

I rolled my eyes. "Words of wisdom, from Harry Styles," I muttered.

He chuckled quietly. "Still," he tried again, "you guys need to uh... stop the pity party you're throwing yourselves."

I shook my head and closed my eyes, pressing the back of my head to the seat. Niall just adjusted his hand to a different position on mine.

"You know what?" I spoke. "I think... I think that Harry's right." As I looked out the window, I noticed we were about five minutes away from the mansion, approaching the ski resort.

"Yeah, yeah..." Was all Niall mumbled.

I looked at him, and he turned his neck so he could look at me. Normally, I would've turned away from embarrassment, but I held his gaze for several seconds. I could tell how sad he was, and how he just wasn't his normal self, even if we had just met a little over an hour ago.

After a moment or two, I turned my head away. "Niall, Harry really is right. You are perfect and whatever those girls, or for that matter anybody that's being rude to you, said, you shouldn't listen to. I doubt that you wouldn't be anywhere close to where you are now if you didn't have it in you."

The second I said the last sentence, I was instantly surprised that I had a little speech like that in me. I never usually said things like that. Sure, I was always dying to tell Niall that, even before I had met him, but I was glad that I could finally get that out.

A small smile formed on his face. "Yeah, I'm thinking you're right."

I nodded and didn't say anything else for the rest of the ride back to the house.

By the time that the five minutes passed, I was about ready to fall asleep. After having normally been sleeping for the past three days, with how weak my body had been, and with how much food I had just consumed, I was honestly ready for a nap, even though it was about 4:00 in the afternoon.