Little Things - A Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 8

As soon as Georgia had shut the front door at Niall's, her feet and legs ran as fast as she could let them. Again, she found herself crying, sobs were being released so loudly, almost like an echo throughout the cold streets of Doncaster. She didn't even understand why she was so upset and heartbroken about Niall. She had only really spoken to him a few times. But she had loved him for so long. She should have seen it, realised that he was just like the rest. He was a popular boy and god knows who else he speaks to like that.

But Georgia didn't hear Niall's thoughts, she'd never know what he was thinking. 

And what he was thinking was nothing compared what Georgia thought. He felt so guilty, like he'd already let her go. Even when he made a promise to himself. And was falling in love with her, he really was deep down inside, but he wasn't going to admit it, he was never going to. It was selfish of him, because right in front of him was his chance to tell her, how much he loved her already. It was stupid of him too, he didn't know her for long, yet he felt as if he'd known her for an eternity. So he thought it was best to keep it all bottled up inside him. 

Georgia was struggling to run any further, probably because of her poor health. But she was angered and upset. Plus, she was losing weight by running, so in reality while she didn't need to lose anymore weight, she wanted to, she needed to in her mind. 

There was adrenaline running through her veins and she could almost see the blood flowing through her veins, screaming at her to do something. She couldn't fight her demons, she was helpless at this time, and she fell to the concrete floor of the pavement while letting her head fall in her hands. She felt helpless. As soon as she realised that Niall didn't want her, she felt as if so many other people didn't want her.

It was that fucked up brain of hers playing tricks on her. And she hated it, oh she hated it so very much. She was breathing heavily, saying to herself to keep on going, pick herself off of the floor before anyone notices how much of a freak she was. She looked up as the clouds begun to rumble and the rain begun to fall, causing her mascara from the tears and rain to smudge all down her face. 

She felt as if the whole world was out to get her.

And that's when her phone rang. 

Incoming Call: Louis Tomlinson

Answer      Decline

It was an unexpected call, and wasn't sure if she should answer it. 

But she just needed someone, someone to talk to.

So she answered it. 

"H-hello?" She said through her sobs and through the loud patter of the rain. 

"Georgia?" Louis asked, and his tone was a worried sort of tone, "Georgia? What's wrong? Are you okay?" 

She wasn't sure whether to lie, and pretend everything was fine and that it was the rain making those sobbing noises, but she couldn't do it anymore, "No," she breathed through the phone, "I'm not okay."

Suddenly Louis felt more concerend for Georgia, worried what had happened to her. All he was wanting was to call her up and see if she'd want to praticse their drama piece together that was due tomorrow. He hadn't expected to call up and hear her.. Like this.

"Where are you? I'll come get you." Louis decided it was the best thing to do. He wanted to make sure she was okay.  

Georgia, infact honestly had no idea where she was, all she knew was that there was a bunch of nice looking flats surrounding a park. "I'm near a park," She muttered, "And these small white flats are surrounding them."