Choosing A Direction

~Chapter 12~

A/N: im getting my groove back, hope you enjoy this chapter even though its a little short :)

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Harry and Niall gave me the silent treatment over the next few days and it was really killing me. I knew Harry would be hard to win back over, but sweet Niall was being more stubborn than usual.

“C’mon you guys, I told you I was sorry,” I begs as we’re eating breakfast one morning.  They continue to ignore as they shovel eggs into their mouths. It goes on like this throughout the whole day and by the time we’re back on the bus, heading to the next hotel, I no longer feel guilty or like I did something wrong. I feel pissed. I have apologized to them so many times, but they can’t be a man about and just accept it.

As I walked in between them, I made the give them an accidently-on-purpose shove.

“What is your problem?” snaps Harry. Niall’s hard blue eyes bore into mine.

“So that’s what it takes to get your attention now? I have to use physical force? Just be grateful a shove was all I gave you, because trust me Harry Styles and Niall Horan, I can do a lot more damage than a hug,” I could not take them treating me like this anymore.

“Get over yourself, Savannah. We let you on this tour and we can kick you off,” growled Niall. That’s when I think I felt a little bit of my heart die. Niall had just growled at me and Harry seemed to hate me. Then, all the weight of touring just collapsed on my shoulders. Doing practically the same thing every day, hadn’t seen my family in almost four months, and it seemed like no one wanted me here anymore.

“I have apologized time and time again and you still won’t accept! Why don’t I do you guys a favor and just kick myself off!” Tear are starting to sting my eyes now, but I am not about to give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. They said nothing and just stared at me, as if to see if what I said was true. I was hoping they’d start begging and pleading for me to stay, or at least finally except my apology, but instead Harry just looked away, flicked his hand and said, “Go,” as if I were nothing but a stray animal.

In retrospect, I was kind of a stray. They’d found me on their doorstep, nursed me back to health, and invited me to tour with them, but it wasn’t working out so now the stray must go back to her home.

I couldn’t hold back the flood of tears that rushed down my face, but I was able to hold back all the curses and profanities I wanted to scream at them. After all we’d been through together, they we’re going to throw it all away because of a stupid fangirl?

I didn’t even say goodbye, just speed walked away from them and hailed a cab with what little money I had. I reached the airport in no time at all. Surprisingly, it was still open, but there weren’t any flights back to Florida until eleven the next morning. I thank the pretty attendance lady and found a dark corner of the waiting area to sleep in.

I set an alarm for nine o’clock the next morning, curled up into a ball on the hard plastic chair and fell into a dreamless sleep.

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All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus, uh huh!

The lyrics of an old Britney Spears song blasted in my ear the next morning, jerking me awake so suddenly that I fell out of my chair and Britney was still singing about the circus.

As I turned off the alarm, the memories from last night came flooding back and I felt like crying again, but I was all dried out. I stretched out my stiff body and walked around a bit to get the blood flowing. I was just about to ask an employee where the gate for the flight to Florida was when the animalistic growl of my stomach stopped me. I had forgotten the most important meal of the day!

After a breakfast of an Egg McMuffin, OJ, and pancakes, I was directed to the gate and waited patiently for it to open. I sat there, watching all sorts of people come and go and wonder about their stories. Why were they here? Where were they going? Then, I tried to see myself from someone else’s perspective: young girl, all alone, traveling with only a small bag of clothes. I was just begging to get abducted.

“Hey,” said a voice from my left. I gave my best fighting stance and turned to face him/her.

“R-A-P-E I don’t want your penis in me!” I screamed. Everyone else in the waiting area gave an audible gasp and turned to look at us.

“I wasn’t going to do anything, I swear!” said what I could now see was a boy around my age wit closely crop hair and hazel eyes that were wide with fear.

“Ohmygod, I am so sorry,” I sputter in embarrassment. I can’t believe I just did that.

“It’s fine, at least you have your wits about you,” He has a slight Irish accent that reminds me of Niall. “You sit here looking so sad, why is that?”

What harm could it be to tell him my story? So I tell him and he listens to every word.

“So now I’m heading back to America because I just can’t take it anymore,” I conclude. He seems to be thinking about my story for a minute before speaking up.

“You should go back to them,” I am surprised by this statement and it must be written all over my face because he tries to explain. “It’s obvious that both of those boys love you, and would do anything for you. Hell, that one donated his blood to you. I think it’s just pride that prevented them from accepting your apology, but they’ll get over it,”

It all seems to make sense after I think about it for a minute. “You have a point there. Maybe I will go back,” I lie. They were probably already at another concert building, in another city that I didn’t know. I might never see them again.

My breath caught in my throat when this revelation came to me. I may never see them again. I would always remember touring with One Direction and ending it with a silly argument between Niall, Harry, and I.

“Now you get it,” he said when he saw the look on my face. I just nodded and gathered my things. “Thank you!” I called to him as I left.

“Excuse me,” I tried to push past a group of people wearing khaki trench coats and giant glasses, but one of them grabbed my arm and started dragging me towards the girl’s bathroom. I opened my mouth to scream, but the guy holding me clapped his free hand over it before I could a sound out.

Are you kidding me? I thought, even after all that, I am still being abducted!? They pulled me through the door surprisingly gently and locked it behind them. I pulled into the same stance I did with the boy and prepared myself for a fight. They might be kidnapping me, but I was not going out without fighting like a wildcat.

“I know karate and—“ They began to take off their trench coats and glasses and soon One Direction was standing before me, in the girls bathroom, again. My jaw went through the tile and brushed past Satan before coming back up.

“W-what are you guys doing here?” I stutter, almost speechless with surprise. Louis and Liam pushed Harry and Niall forward until they were standing in front of me, each now finding the gray tile of the bathroom extremely interesting.

“I believe Harry and Niall have something to say to you,” Zayn says.

They continue to stare at the tile. “The key to universe must be inscribe into that tile ‘cause you seem to be finding it extremely interesting”  I say when they still haven’t said anything.

Finally, they spoke up. They looked at with their blue and green eyes that were finally soft and warm again and apologized.

“We’re sorry for acting like douches, Savannah,” My face almost splits from the grin that spreads over it and I engulf them in a hug.

“I was going to back and ask if you can forgive again, but this is way better,”

“Group hug!”  shouts Zayn.

And we end the morning like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, laughing with happiness.