Chapter 42
"What's going on?" I ask as a worried expression hits my face. Why would Paul be here, and how did he find me?
"I had to come get you and Liam mentioned you would be in a cafe by the school, this is the only one." He explains as he throws money on my table and takes me out of the cafe.
"Why do I need to go with you? I have to get back to school." I protest, not wanting to skip the second half of my first day of school.
"I already went and excused you for the rest of the day. Right now, we need to get you to the studio." He says, his voice getting a little more worried by each word he speaks.
"Why? Please tell me what's going on?" I command him. I'm getting quite frustrated now that he won't tell me what's going on.
"I can't really explain it. You're gonna have to see it for yourself." He says, a very small smirk on his face.
I now feel conflicted, whether I should feel worried, frustrated, or excited, now from the hint Paul just gave me. We get into his car and drive to the studio. I have never seen so many fans outside somewhere, ever.
Maybe the gates outside of the arenas during the tour but this was mad. We get out and as girls see me walk up, they start to scream and reach for me. It was quite overwhelming but after we got inside I felt better.
"What floor?" I ask Paul, not wanting to waste anytime.
"Third." He says, very plain. Maybe that smirk wasn't a hint after all. Going right passed the elevator, and right for the stairs. I couldn't wait to see what was wrong.
I get to the third floor and run down about three hallways like a crazy person and finally find their room. I burst through the door immediately tear up, with my hand covering my mouth. Niall is laying across the couch, his head on Liam's lap, crying. No, not crying, sobbing, his cheeks and Liam's pants are covered in tear stains.
The other boys are sitting around him, trying to comfort him. The sound of my entrance startled them and their attention focuses on me, with my shocked yet confused persona.
"Y/N!" Niall jumps up and immediately embraces me with a bone-crushing hug, with his lips crashing into mine following the hug.
"Niall, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I ask as my hand cup his face, wiping his tears with my thumbs.
"I...I was worried about you..." He says, his eyes filling with tears again.
"Why were you worried? We just talked on the phone like a half hour ago....and I've been checking in after EVERY class, just like you asked..." I reassure him. But there had to be something else that was bothering him.
"Y/n, I think this will explain it..." Louis chimes in, pointing out the window. I walk across the studio and look out the huge window, revealing the fans and their signs.
There signs that say "I hate y/n" and "Niall & Y/n" with an X through it. I never realized the attention that I would get when I moved here, especially not the hate. This has never happened before. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my stomach, with his chest against my back. I turn around in Niall's arms and peck him on the cheek.
"I thought that they would hurt you if they saw you by yourself and I needed to know if you were safe." He confesses, with sincerity in his eyes. I turn around and look into his amazing blue eyes, still pink and puffy from his panic attack.
I know he's protective, and I'm his first girlfriend/ fiancé since he's been famous, so I realize how stressed out he is at the moment. I'm pretty stressed too.
"Niall, it's fine." I say, but really, I am kinda worried. Maybe they think that I'm pregnant or something since I moved in with him. Niall's gonna have a lot of explaining to do in their next interview.
"No it's not fine. Y/n, they are being cruel. If they were really fans they wouldn't be doing this." Niall protests, anger in his eyes, disappointed in his directioners.
He takes his hands from my waist and runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. I wasn't, I completely understood them. If I wasn't Niall's girlfriend and I was just a Directioner, I would be pissed-off too.
"No Niall. It really is fine. You don't understand them like I do. They probably think I'm pregnant or something since I moved in with you." I say, trying to calm him down. I see that the rest of the guys are also upset with the situation but not as much as Niall.
"You will just have to explain why I'm living with you in your interview tonight." I add, trying to bring him back to a calm state. He snakes his arms back around me and stops his hands at my back.
"Ok. And you're right. I need to think like a crazy fan girl about the situation." He jokes. The boys giggle but I go into a huge fit of laughter.
"Hey! I used to be one of those!" I say, trying too defend my family.
"Well y/n, you still kinda are when you see Ed and Olly." Zayn pops into the conversation. I just laugh and smile in agreement. Who wouldn't fan girl if they saw Ed Sheeran or Olly Murs?
I go over and sit on the couch to relax. This day has been pretty crazy for me....and for the guys. They boys continue recording what they've been working on and it sounds amazing. Whoever didn't have a solo to sing would snuggle up with me and keep me company. Niall didn't really mind, except when Liam sat with me, he got a little tense for some reason.
A couple hours later, they were finished with work for the day and off to their interview and Paul drives me home.
"You sure you'll be fine alone?" Paul asks.
"Yeah. I'll be good, I'm just gonna be watching the guys' interview anyway." I say, brushing off his concernment. I walk into the lobby, get my (apparently daily) "hello Y/n" and go up the elevator to my and Niall's apartment.
As I walk into the living room, I grab Niall's favorite Ireland flag blanket and smuggle up on the couch, ready to watch their interview on The Chatty Man.
This should be interesting...
