My Reason To Be (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Alex's POV-

I got out of the hospital a few days after Niall visited. I didn't tell anyone that he had come to visit me or that he was the one that carried me out of the building. Not even Montana who is my very best friend. I love her to death, but she would want all kinds of details that I just really didn't want to share. He hadn't called me, not that I really expected him to. He was a celebrity. How could I let myself hope that he would call? It was a stupid wish. I really should just let it go and forget about that boy. Just as I was sitting on the couch mulling this over, my phone rang. My hopes swelled like they do every time my phone has rung since that day in the hospital. This time it was an unknown number. It could be him! "No." I said to myself. "You can't let yourself hope like that. You're going to get crushed." Either way, I answered the phone. Breathless, I said "Hello." "Hello, love." a familiar voice said from the other end. I couldn't breathe. He actually called. "Sorry I hadn't called earlier, my schedules been hectic." He talked about being on tour, half of which I didn't catch because I was still trying to breathe evenly. I think he asked me a question because all of a sudden I heard "Umm... Alex? Are you there?" from the other end of the line. "Yeah, I am." I finally choked out. "Where did you say you guys are?" "Well, I am currently sitting in the little cafe down the street from your house," he responded. How the hell did he know where my house was? And why was he here? Didn't he say he was on tour? All very good questions that fought for attention in my mind. "Umm... Why?" I asked. "Well, I was hoping to see you today." he replied. "Can you come down to meet me?" I can't. I've got that movie with Jessica, Montana, and Stefani tonight. And I told myself, no celebrities. Ever. Living in LA, you'd be surprised at how many I've run across. And I've always said, no. Absolutely not. They'll always end up braking my heart, even if they don't mean to. All this runs through my head, but what comes out of my mouth is a simple "Sure." We make plans to meet in a half hour. As I hang up the phone, the only thought in my mind is "Why on God's green earth did I just agree to that?"