Fear of Love
Scarlette Fever
Niall's POV:
I felt tears streaming down my cheeks as the girl was whisked away in an ambulance. Why? I didn't even know her name. I'd jut noticed her at a concert. There were millions of girls who I'd noticed at my concerts. What made her so special? Why had I felt that special spark?
God what was wrong with me.
The concert had to continue. After a concise explanation to the audience, the other four members of the band had gone on with the concert. For some reason I couldn't.
"Paul," I said to my favorite security guard. "Paul I need you to find out what hospital she's going to. I want to go visit her. Tonight."
Paul raised his eyebrows at me, but made no objections. That's what I loved about him. No judging. Just quiet understanding.
"I'll find her," he said quietly, patting me gently on the shoulder. "Scarlette, her necklace said. I'll find her."
Scarlette.
She was the one.
Scarlette POV:
I wasn't sure what was going on. Was I wet? Dry? I think I was standing. But what was pressed up against my back? A wall? There was something soft against my head. Perhaps I was lyind down. My head was swimming.
I couldn't open my eyes. I tried. Tried as heard as I could. It was like someone was holding them shut, but no one was. I tried to move my head. Left, right. It wouldn't move.
I couldn't move. God dammit.
Voices were around me. Men's voices. I think. They were deeps, saying things. Words. They sounded so fuzzy. Maybe I was underwater. Maybe that's why I couldn't hear them.
Finally my ears started to put letter into words, and words into phrases.
"Don't know her name... no contacts... no one knew who she was at the concert... no cell phone..."
Why hadn't my parents gone with me? A friend.
Oh wait. I had no parents. Or friends.
Concert? What concert?
Then the image of beautiful, piercing blue eyes, floated to my conscience. Who did they belong to?
In a flash it all came back. Niall. Niall Horan. Looking at me. The pain, pain in my chest, the blackness sweeping over me.
It threatened to overtake me again. Merely thinking was already exhausting. I had to fight it. I had to.
Those eyes... those beautiful blue eyes. I vowed to find them again. The blackness couldn't take me.
I felt tears streaming down my cheeks as the girl was whisked away in an ambulance. Why? I didn't even know her name. I'd jut noticed her at a concert. There were millions of girls who I'd noticed at my concerts. What made her so special? Why had I felt that special spark?
God what was wrong with me.
The concert had to continue. After a concise explanation to the audience, the other four members of the band had gone on with the concert. For some reason I couldn't.
"Paul," I said to my favorite security guard. "Paul I need you to find out what hospital she's going to. I want to go visit her. Tonight."
Paul raised his eyebrows at me, but made no objections. That's what I loved about him. No judging. Just quiet understanding.
"I'll find her," he said quietly, patting me gently on the shoulder. "Scarlette, her necklace said. I'll find her."
Scarlette.
She was the one.
Scarlette POV:
I wasn't sure what was going on. Was I wet? Dry? I think I was standing. But what was pressed up against my back? A wall? There was something soft against my head. Perhaps I was lyind down. My head was swimming.
I couldn't open my eyes. I tried. Tried as heard as I could. It was like someone was holding them shut, but no one was. I tried to move my head. Left, right. It wouldn't move.
I couldn't move. God dammit.
Voices were around me. Men's voices. I think. They were deeps, saying things. Words. They sounded so fuzzy. Maybe I was underwater. Maybe that's why I couldn't hear them.
Finally my ears started to put letter into words, and words into phrases.
"Don't know her name... no contacts... no one knew who she was at the concert... no cell phone..."
Why hadn't my parents gone with me? A friend.
Oh wait. I had no parents. Or friends.
Concert? What concert?
Then the image of beautiful, piercing blue eyes, floated to my conscience. Who did they belong to?
In a flash it all came back. Niall. Niall Horan. Looking at me. The pain, pain in my chest, the blackness sweeping over me.
It threatened to overtake me again. Merely thinking was already exhausting. I had to fight it. I had to.
Those eyes... those beautiful blue eyes. I vowed to find them again. The blackness couldn't take me.
11/17/13