The Contest (A One Direction/ Josh Devine Fanfic) (Officially Finished)

Chapter Twenty Three- Welcome Home

Chapter Twenty Three

This chapter is FOUR MONTHS ahead. Meaning the lads are heading back to the UK after being in the US for promos, concerts, and recording. I will have flashbacks and it'll say *____ months earlier*! Sorry if you get confused! -Amanda

*Four months later*

Josh's POV

"Josh. You're sitting by me, ok?" Niall said his voice still the same as it's been for the past month; baby like. All of the lads were talking to me like I was fragile. I wasn't fragile. I was doing just fine. I put my carry on bag in the overhead compartment and sat down next to Niall. "Have- Have you heard from her since?" Niall asked hesitantly. I sighed, "No Niall. I haven't." I snapped and turned away from him. He sighed and I immediately felt horrible but I was too tired to apologize. I closed my eyes, just wanting to get home and see Amanda again. Soon I fell asleep.

*Josh is dreaming of the past. Four months earlier when the lads first got to LA.*

"Lads, meet Taylor Swift." I was drooling. Harry immediately went into Cheeky Lad mode, while the others said hi and gave her a hug. "You must be the band behind the band." Taylor said gesturing to me and the lads. I nodded, a bit starstruck. Taylor's long blonde curled hair was framing her face and I was staring into her eyes. "Oof." I was nudged with an elbow that hit my ribs. "Amanda." Dan whispered into my ear. I nodded. Amanda. My girlfriend. Right.

*Back to on the plane*

I groan and turn around in my seat. Ugh. I hate dreaming that. It's been the same thing over and over again.  I dream of when I met Taylor, then the duet concert we had with her, then the magazine saying Taylor and I were a thing. Then Amanda calling, me denying anything that was going on. Then when Sugarscape did an article on Taylor and I, there was a picture of us snogging, and Amanda ending it with me. I tried to go back to the UK numerous times but Management wouldn't allow it.  I've spent the past month trying to get ahold of Amanda and keeping my distance from Taylor. But she won't answer my calls, and the girls won't tell me a thing about how she is or anything. I turned around in my seat again.

"Dude. Stop tossing. You're making me queasy." Louis says from across the aisle. I murmur a sorry and try to get comfortable. I close my eyes and drift of to sleep again.

*A few hours later; at the airport in UK*

I woke up and noticed that we had landed. I stood up and grabbed my carry on bag from the overhead compartment. I was happy that we had landed. I ran off the plane, making sure I didn't run into anyone. I followed my assigned bodyguard to the room they had for us. The lads' girlfriends would be there, and I just hoped that Amanda would be there. We got to the room but they wouldn't let us in yet. "Stay here. We'll scope out the room and then tell your people that you are here." One of the security guards went inside and we waited. 

Soon we were let in and I walked in, searching for her familiar face that I had grown to love and miss. There's Lia, Dani, Caitlyn, Taylor, Perrie, and then the families. I walked over to the girlfriends and before I could ask, all five of them shook their heads. I opened my mouth to say something when I felt a hand on my back. I turned around and saw Niall. One look at his face, pure sympathy, and I crumbled. 

The tears flowed out and I started sobbing. Soon I was aware that all eyes were on me. I straightened up, and wiped my tears furiously, trying to erase the trace of them ever being there. I ignore the calls for me to come back as I grab my bags and left the room. I push my way through the airport, with my hat and glasses on for a disguise. I hail a cab and give them the address to my flat.