Hostages

twenty eight

* TWO MONTHS LATER *

- Andrea -

For the past two months, the boys and I never left the hospital until Louis got better. Tests, tests, and more tests kept happening and I can now understand why everyone hates the hospital so much.

Now it was over and done with, and Louis was back on his feet, walking around and being happy. He has the occasional "it's hard to breathe", or scarring nightmare, but it's better than him dead.

I was in the hotel room that we all had gotten. If we were gonna be with Louis, we weren't all gonna just sleep in a bus for it. The hotel was only across the street too which was convenient. They booked an entire floor to ourselves. I had my own hotel room and everything. Everyone had their own. It shocks me that they have this much money but then I have to remind myself, they are One Direction.

We had decided to throw a party for Louis' recovery, inviting all of our friends and family. Even my foster parents were coming.

I just finished curling my hair when a knock errupted from my door. I assumed it was Zayn's fiancé, Perrie. We had gotten so close in the last month. But to my surprise, when I opened the door, Niall was standing there.

We still haven't spoken much to each other since that night we found out Louis was alive, so this was really surprising. "Hey," I weakly smiled, opening the door for Niall to enter. "Come in."

I was still mad with Niall. I don't care if it was two months ago. I told him one of the biggest secrets in my life and he blurted out. I can't trust him. Guess you could say I hold grudges.

Niall walked in, not saying anything, and stood in the living room. He was wearing a white T-shirt, a black leather jacket, and black jeans. His hair was quaffed up. He was wearing his white high tops. I could smell him from here and he smelled of the same cologne he always did, bringing me back to the night I told him everything.

"Is there something I can help you with?" I asked, as politely as possible, tidying a few of my things up. My room was pretty messy and I was kind of embarrassed now to have brought Niall in.

"Can we talk?" He asked, his eyes following me around the room. He cleared his throat, recovering from a small chest cold he had come down with.

"About?" Even though I said it, I still knew what he was talking about. He has been trying to talk to me about it since it happened. I haven't been in the mood since I was busy with Louis half the time.

"That night. You know, when you told me you loved Louis and not me." It sounded like it hurt him to say it.

I stopped, sighing heavily. No, I don't really want to talk about this. "What is there to talk about?"

"Maybe the fact you blew me off and totally led me on?" He snapped, his voice getting a bit angry and frustrated.

"I didn't lead you on, Niall!" I yelled. He was shocked with my tone, jumping back a bit, but didn't say anything. I took a deep breath and spoke, "I didn't lead you on." My voice calmer.

"Then why did you tell me your backstory?" He interrogated. "Was it for sympathy?"

God, he was obnoxious and stupid.

"Because you asked." I answered, a little more over dramatic then it should have been. "You asked for my backstory and I gave it to you. I had never told anyone of that before, feeling that I could trust you so I told you. It made me feel so much better. Then you blurted it to the guys..." I trailed off, my eyes stinging with tears. "That hurt a thousand times worse than being abused."

"How can I believe you?"

What?

A cool tear rolled down my cheek and I scoffed. "No, you don't have to believe me because you never did. Ever since you met me you never believed in me." I want to punch him so bad.

"It's hard to trust people's word in this business, you know." He shot back, hitting me with a bullet. I could hear the frustration get more clear. I can't believe he's actually acting like this right now.

I stopped, taking a deep breath. "Then why did you believe me when I first told you instead of calling them lies to my face? You called me a liar before, why did you believe me then?" My voice was loud, irritated, a growing headache making me want to scream.

"Because I love you!"

The words hit me, making me speechless. He stopped and stared as a small tear escaped his eye, slowly falling down his cheek.

"Because I love you." He calms himself, rubbing his eyes, storming from the room. The piercing sound of silence, deafening me.