[1] Babysitting Lux

18 - Not All Of Them Were Apologies After All

18 - Not All Of Them Were Apologies After All

I cleared my throat. I had, once again, too many eyes on me.

I can take it when I am in a concert or at a signing or something like that. I have learned to get used to it. But having that on one of my spare days, when I am recording songs or just hanging out, is not nice.

I turned around to face the lads, who had hopeful, sympathetic and proud looks on their faces. We were all good, even with Niall, I knew that. But I was not going to let this girl ruin my day ever again. I was getting this straight for once and all, not caring if she got offended, she was damping my mood and I was not letting that happen ever again.

“Lads, can you leave us alone? I need to talk with her, get things straight,” I pleaded, hoping they would not question me. If they did I was not sure how I would respond.

“Sure,” they chorused happily, each patting my back before walking away. I took a deep breath, happy to have them on my side once again. But that only brought me back to the thing that had got them to leave my side, and the reason was right in front of me.

I turned to face her as they walked down the hallway, back up to where our managers were probably waiting for us to discuss what we had to do next –there was nothing that called this a pleasure trip, it was all work and that was it.

Her eyes were widened in what looked pretty much like shock, as if she could not believe I was standing there, in front of her. I could even see her hyperventilating.

Did she believe I was going to kill her or something like that or what?

I rolled my eyes at the stupid idea that crossed my mind as I closed the door behind me; she was such a drama queen. I walked slowly to the bed and sat down next to her and Baby Lux.

For someone who did not like talking or expressing his feelings to strangers –hell, even to bloody friends-, this girl surely had made me talk way too much already.

I sighed, trying to get a grip of myself. I saw her hug tighter Baby Lux, as if the baby were her safety blanket. I turned slightly to face her, not quite excited to have to see her, even the sight of her got me a bit upset because she looked so young and unexperienced and knowing she was taking care of Baby Lux got me quite uncomfortable.

Her eyes denoted fear and confusion, which made me wonder for a second if what I was going to do and what I had done was right.

We stayed there, silent, for like ten minutes, maybe more. No, definitely more. We were just studying each other. It was then when I realized I had never stopped to take a good look at her, I was busy despising her and what she represented. She was not ugly. She was the average American girl, average height, average brown hair, average brown eyes and a sweet smile, maybe that was the only thing that set her apart from everyone else. But she, as a total, was nothing great, just average. Just a girl. And it was pretty obvious girls could not and should not take care of babies. It was literally having a baby taking care of another baby.

With that thought in mind, I finally decided to talk. “Why was Louise telling you about the Zux thing?” As the last words left my mouth I could feel my blood boiling already, the thought of her making Louise tell her about it, the thought about Louise crying as she was reminded of that and many other things blurred my vision due to their intensity. But I needed to know why she had done it.

Could she be that ruthless and despicable?

“Wow, you go to the point immediately, don’t you?” she blatantly pointed out, sarcastically laughing.