Superstar

5. Little Things

My heart raced, tears poured down my rosy cheeks. Camera lights flashed, questions were thrown at me from eery angle, but to me it was all just a blur. I felt surrounded, more paparazzi were circling me, asking me questions that were thirsty for answers. They were closing in on me, more tears caressing my cheeks. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Why am I so stupid? I never should've ran...

Just then, a hand slipped perfetly into my frozen one. I jumped. What the fuck? Then my eyes met those I've seen so many times before. The beautiful oceanic olor not to be mistaken, especially sense worry ran through them faster than a marathon runner. Niall! But, how..? Before I could utter a single word he yanked me away, pushing at the damned paps so they would get away from me. I squeezed his warm hand nervously, these paps were crazy and ruthless. They didn't care about my safety, all they wanted was answers which would turn into shit rumors later anyways. I winced, this was torture. Niall could tell and he gripped tighter on me.

As we finally got out of the mob, we ran as far as we could until we were alone and in an old abandoned-looking playground made fully of wood. It was actually very pretty. Especially under the stars... with-

"Jamie, what were you thinking?! You scared the hell outta me when you left! What happened are you o-"

Before Niall could go on I shoved myself at him, encasing my hands around him and burying my crying face into his chest. He returned the hug warmly, rubbing my back in a gentle motion with one hand, the other hand held me at my waist. My cries turned into obs, which sounded like a dying whale at this point. Without much hesitation Niall swiftly picked me up, I bundled into a blob as he pulled me to his chest and walked toward the castle-resembling part of the playground. He lead me up the stairs as I remained in his strong grasp. We reached the very top and sat there. He put me down and took a seat next to me, his eyes warm with what looked to be pure affection.

"Now, tell me what happened?" He almost pleaded, his voice twinged with a whine. I hesitated, but his thick Irish accent caught me. I just couldn't say no to him. Sighing, I nodded as I brought my knees to my chest. Niall's arm stacked over my tense shoulders. Though it was a little awkward, I was comforted greatly by the Mullingar-native. He had no idea the effect he had on me.

"Y-you know how I was kinda with.. with Jace right?" I saw a dim in his eyes when he nodded. Not being able to look at his puppy-dog sad face I turned my gaze forward and sniffled. I looked at the ground and just stared at it. Why did he always look so sad when I mentioned Jace or was around him? I didn't get it. Ugh, it was so frustrating. Boys in general were just so confusing! Pushing the running thoughts away I continued, my gaze falling back to the stars. "At the party, when we were dancing to LWWY, I saw him leave. After we danced and everything, I went to go find him. And then I saw him making out with Alexis. He had her pressed against the wall." By now I swear Niagara falls must've been free-flowing out of my blood-shot eyes. I must look so ugly right now.

Once again Niall took me into his hold, but this time he pulled me into his lap. I rested my head on his shoulders and started bawling like a little newborn baby. Poor Niall, I was so emotional. He must hate this. He ran his hand up and down my back and constantly 'shhh'd me to try and cease my tears and wailing, but it just didn't work. He sighed, guilt washing over him. Not only guilt, but I also sensed anger. Huh? Was I angering him?

"It pisses me off an idiot guy like that caused you so much pain and I can't do anything but hold you and shush you. You could do so much better, like m-" He grumbled and paused midway through his sentence as he looked down at me. I met his gaze and weakly said "There is... o-one thing that would cheer me up." I was almost squeaking, I just couldn't find my voice. He cocked his eyebrow and I halfheartedly smiled.