The Fighter

Chapter Thirty Three

Chapter Thirty-Three

I was flying down the highway, not giving a damn what might happen because I was going ten over the speed limit or where I was or how long I’d been driving. It was almost four in the morning, and I had only been driving about twenty-five minutes, but it felt like hours. I swiped angrily at my eyes, willing the tears to go away that just wouldn’t stop. My phone had been ringing nonstop with Niall’s ring-tone, and I was getting so sick and tired of listening to it. In a sudden burst of fury, I reached for the phone, answering the call. 

“What?” I spat out, trying to put as much anger into it as I could. “Bleu, where are you?” He sounded worried, concern dripping from every word as if I hadn’t phased him. “Why do you want to know, gonna run back to Darren and tell him my location so he can stalk me some more, huh?” I knew that might have been out of line of me to say, but I was downright furious….and hurt. Niall sighed over the phone, his deep voice causing my heart to flutter in my chest. “You know I wouldn’t do that to you.” His voice was grave and full of emotion, which made me more irritated. “No I don’t know that! I don’t know half of the things you would do!” I yelled through the phone, my voice breaking halfway through it. “Baby, I did it to protect you-” “Save it, Niall. Don’t call me anymore. I’ll be back when I get back.” I said, and ended the call before he could get another word in. 

I pulled off at the nearest deserted spot I could find, put my head down, and cried. 

I cried about everything. About the past, and how I’d been stupid to trust someone like Darren then. I cried for now, how I felt so betrayed and hurt, and how broken I knew I was and would become. It hurt so much, and there was nothing I could do about it. I screamed out my sobs, thumping my head down on the steering wheel and wrapping my arms around my middle as if I could hold myself together that way. I cried because I knew that I would loose Niall…and I cried because I knew that I was the best thing that ever happened to him, and this would hurt him just as much as it did me. 

After all of my tears were gone, I felt exhausted and emotionless, so I decided it was best to head home. I drove in that direction, trying to keep my eyes open and sniffling so that I could breathe. I clicked on the radio, turning it up and letting the familiar song take me away, even though thoughts of Niall kept flashing through my head. There was no shaking him, so I just let it break my heart even more. 

**Niall’s P.O.V**

I was sat on the bed with my head in my hands, breathing through the unfamiliar feeling that was washing over me like a tidal wave. There was a pounding in my head and my back hurt from being hunched over, but I was more worried with the swelling sensation through my chest that would fade to emptiness before expanding again. It was hard to breathe, but I tried, unable to move. 

Then my phone began to ring, and I scrambled for it without checking the caller ID. So, when I heard the deep, familiar voice of Hank, I nearly lost it. “What do you want?” I spat, not in the mood to deal with him. “Niall! Don’t be like that. But listen, we’ve changed the date. It’s in a few days. When you come, we’ll have socializing until everyone arrives, and then dinner with be served…” He trailed off, and I gritted my teeth until I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Stop! No! I haven’t even gotten through to Bleu yet, so you’ll just have to wait. I’m don’t being your guinea pig. This is over, right now.” I growled, shooting to my feet and pacing. I heard his heavy breathing on the other end of the line, and I wasn’t sure he was going to respond. When he did, he was surprisingly calm. “No, Niall. You know the only other way out of this.” My heart constricted at that, and it took all I had not to drop to my knees from the agony of it all. “Give me time.” I said, and then I hung up on him.