Stay || A sequel to Fate

Chapter Eleven.

A/N: I KNOW. AND I'M SORRY. I REALLY, TRULY AM.

I'm super busy with school, which is keeping me away from writing :( It makes me sad that I barely have time to write anymore, because writing truly is my passion. I honestly don't want to do anything else with my life. Ugh, school.

Hopefully, you'll find it somewhere in your heart to forgive me. Maybe, I've lost some original readers because I've taken so long, but that is understandable. But, please, if you're reading this, don't stop. I actually have so much planned for this story, you wouldn't even believe it if I told you. And, spread it to all of your friends, would ya?:*

AGAIN, I'M SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG.

HAPPY READING THOUGH. XX

The next few days are spent in silence. Well, at least mostly. Me and Niall have spent them in silence, while the rest of the boys have been acting the same. I think the reason for that is because I really got to Niall when I accused him of doing things he's never done, and he got hurt because I made him feel like he has to choose between me and the fans.

I feel awful about that, I really do. So, that's why me and Niall have been mostly quiet. We've just been plastered together in each others arms, occasionally kissing or murmuring an 'I love you'. It's been nice, actually.

In the present, though, the boys are wrapping up the last show in Milan. They're currently running around on stage thanking the fans for having them, and saying how much fun they've had. Which means they'll be coming backstage in about a minute or two.

I haven't been out by the guards since the last time, actually. It just doesn't feel like it's okay for me to do that, especially since Niall explained how he felt about me being up on the stage as they started to let fans in. Personally, I don't think it's such a big deal, but being in a relationship means having to compromise, and I have no problem with that.

Interrupting my thoughts, the boys come rushing from the stage, all excited and sweaty. Niall immediately rushes over to me and places his hands on my hips, pulling me close to him.

"Did you see that?", he exclaims, grinning like a fool.

"I did!", I match his grin with an equally big one.

"That was so sick!", he continues, eyes sparkling.

He gives me a sloppy kiss before rushing off to talk to the rest of the boys about tonight's concert. I just shake my head with a smile as I slowly follow them towards the dressing room. Niall was referring to the project the fans did.

The fans on the bleachers (A/N: i'm still confused if that's really what you call it haha) had somehow managed to hold up different colored signs that eventually formed the text 'We Are 1D Family'. I have to agree with Niall, it looked absolutely sick.

Louis suddenly slows down and eventually stops walking, though, and when he's not walking at all anymore, he waits for me to catch up to him before he continues walking again. He throws his arm around my shoulders and pull me closer to him.

"What do you want now?", I chuckle as I wrap my arm around his waist.

"Nothing, can't I just talk to you?", he replies, smiling.

"I can tell you don't just want to talk to me. There's something special you want to talk to me about, isn't there?", I smile.

Louis chuckles. "Alright, you know me too well, Benson. I did want to talk to you about something.. Are you and Niall okay? You're not still fighting, I hope?"