Chapter Four.
“Wake up babe.” The familiar voice said. “We’re here.”
I groaned and swung my legs around out of the car. I stretched both arms out as if asking Niall to pick me up and carry me inside, he raised an eyebrow at me and chuckled picking me up and taking me into the house. I buried my head into his neck and closed my eyes again letting sleep take over.
I woke up to the sun shining through the curtains; I remembered the previous night, how I’d poured my heart out to Niall on the beach. How he’d kissed me and it just felt so right. But then reality hit me, he’d be going away to America soon, and I didn’t want to get too attached to him at the wrong time. I got up out of bed and took a pen off the desk situated in the corner of the room. I tore a piece of paper out of a notebook and scribbled a note for Niall.
Niall,
Thanks for everything, I’m really sorry about last night. I’m so embarrassed! I’ve decided to go home, just so that mum knows where I am, not that she’d really care.
Good luck in America, have heaps of fun. I’ll see you, when I see you.
Love Steph. Xx
I walked downstairs and stuck the note on the fridge and made my way out into the cool morning air. I didn’t really know where I was so I decided to wander, I eventually found a bus stop and figured that I could at least get somewhere more familiar if I took a bus. As I waited at the bus stop a million thoughts ran through my mind. I was so confused. Last night with Niall had my head spinning, What were we? I mean, I had feelings for him of course, but did he like me back? I don’t know why he would, I mean he’s famous and I’m just, me.
The bus pulled up in front of me and I got on sitting myself in the front seat. I looked out the window and watched as the unfamiliar houses flashed by. I was desperate to find out whether Niall had feelings for me. But even then was I ready for a relationship right now?
My phone vibrated in my pocket, I fumbled around and pulled it out. I looked at the caller ID. I couldn’t believe it, it was mum.
“Hello.” I said into the speaker.
“Steph, where are you? I called your Grandmother and she said you hadn’t turned up last night.” She yelled, I pulled the phone away from my ear to escape her shouts.
“I stayed at a friend’s.” I said meekly.
“So you lied?” she screamed. “You know what Stephanie Matilda Ellis, you are eighteen years of age and you are about to find out what it’s like to take responsibility for you own god damn actions. You have no idea how much pain you caused this family, what with your father dying and being such a twit your whole life. You’re grounded. In fact, no, you’re more than grounded. You are out of this house. You hear me Stephanie OUT!” She screamed through the phone. I didn’t reply. I waited for her to continue but she didn’t. I hung up and pressed the button to stop the bus, I stood up and waited for the bus to come to a halt. I jumped off and sat down at the bus stop provided. I went through my contacts and lifted my phone to my ear, I was so relived to her the voice at the other end of the line.
“Hello?” The deep voice said to me through the phone.
“Zayn?” I asked quietly, my breathing was heavy and I was trying my hardest to stop the tears from falling down my face.
“Steph? Where are you, are you ok?” He asked seeming worried. I hadn’t known who else to call, I liked Zayn the most apart from Niall, he was just the right mix of serious and fun.
“I’ll be ok, I don’t know where I am. I need you to help me.” I said, still holding back tears.
“Ok, please don’t cry. Describe where you are.” He told me sternly.
And so I did, I described everything I could remember passing since I left Niall’s house. I was so embarrassed about having to ask Zayn to pick me up, but it was my only choice. I wasn’t going to bother Niall again, he’d just think that I was too much to handle and drop me.
“I think I know where you are, I’ll leave now. I’ll be about ten minutes.” He said, I could hear him running through the house before he hung up the phone. I didn’t know where I was going to go. I couldn’t go back to Niall’s. I’d have to go home at some stage but I didn’t know whether I should let mum cool off first. After fifteen minutes Zayn turned up in his black SUV. He pulled up at the bus stop and motioned for me to get in the car.
“What happened?” He asked wiping the tears from my eyes.
“I told Sandy last night that I was staying at grandmas after what had happened. She must’ve told mum, I didn’t think she would tell her, and I definitely didn’t think mum would care anyway, but this morning mum called grandma and she found out I wasn’t there and that I’d lied to her. She called me while I was on the bus trying to find my way home and told me that I was to get my act together and that I’m no longer welcome in the house. What do I do Zayn? Where am I going to go?”
Zayn just looked at me for amount before kissing my forehead, and starting the car. He sighed and turned back toward me.
“Lets get you home, grab your stuff and you can stay at mine until we figure out what to do with you.” He forced a weak smile.
“Oh no, Zayn! I couldn’t, I know how busy you must be getting ready for the tour. If you could just drop me off at home. I’ll go to a hotel.”
“Steph, it’s no big deal. We’ll get this sorted out and you’ll be out of my house in no time.” He laughed before speeding off towards my house.
