Little Steps
Caught in the Spiderweb
Niall’s P.O.V.
Ten days without a decent conversation with Aria. Ten days, and it was killing me. But I was planning on fixing everything. And I was going to fix it today.
Gregg and I had begun searching up apology songs. I know, it sounded cheesy, but it had to do the trick. We switched the tabs whenever Aria walked by, and we knew she suspected something.
I sat in my room and quietly strummed the chords to “Trouble”, by Coldplay, for about the one-hundredth time that morning. I was going to serenade her with this song and hope for the best. I needed Aria back.
What worried me is that she seemed to be completely fine without me. She didn’t seem bothered, only becoming angry when I was nearby. She seemed to be a little secretive over the past few days, mainly sticking inside her room. I couldn’t figure out why. Anyways, there hopefully wouldn’t be much of that left. Hopefully by the end of today, everything would be alright.
I looked down at the music sheet, being sure I had memorized all the notes correctly. This needed to be perfect. I had been up since eight in the morning, quietly replaying the song.
It must have been at least ten o’clock now. Taking a deep breath, I stood up and looked into my mirror, making sure I looked decent. I grabbed my guitar, and headed for the guest room.
Assuming Aria was still asleep, I slowly opened the bedroom door to see her snuggled-
No.
Aria was gone.
My breath hitched as I looked around the room. Every last trace of her was gone.
Everything except a piece of paper lying on the perfectly made bed.
I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I picked the paper up.
Dear Niall, (if you’re not Niall, please give this to Niall),
I honestly don’t know what happened to us. I think that what we fought over was a completely stupid thing, but what was said in our argument was what really affected the both of us. I’m sorry for what I said to you and I understand why you would be hurt by this. I figured that you would never forgive for what I said to you, but I’m telling you straight up that telling me that I used you and the other boys was the most painful thing anyone has ever told me. Bringing up my dad was even worse. What you said isn’t easy to forgive, and I’m struggling to realize what I feel right now. I know I’m really hurt, and I’m trying to act strong even though I’m not.
I was starting to think about what would be happening in your house right now if I wasn’t there. You wouldn’t have said those mean things to your mother (whatever you said to her, yes she told me), and Denise probably wouldn’t hate me. You would all be a happy family enjoying a reunion. I coming home with you just made everything worse, and there’s no denial there. Whatever you said to your mom, she was hurt by it, and I could tell just by looking at her expression. You can hurt me Niall, but not your mother. You’re lucky you know who your mother is in the first place. I can’t remember mine, and the closest I get to her are these threatening texts. You should be thankful, not insulting your own mother to her face.
I also began thinking of what it would have been like it we had never told each other our feelings. We never fought like this when I didn’t know how you felt about me. All I remember was you comforting me, and us getting along really well. I remember talking to Liam about you, and sometimes he would get so annoyed because you were all I talked about. I don’t understand how you could ever be jealous of him. Remember that day when you chased me through the streets in Paris and we ended up watching the clouds? Remember when you held my hand on the plane when I started freaking out? Remember when you taught me how to play the guitar in Australia? That’s how I wish things still were. I was really happy then.
Niall, we were better off as friends.
Harry told me that the relationship he and I had was fake after I broke it off with him. I told him that he and I weren’t meant to be, and then he told me that the only reason he dated me was because all the boys had planned it. They thought it would help you and I get together. I promise, It slipped out of my mind that the relationship was fake. I would have told you as soon as I remembered. I guess I’m sorry that you had to find out by over hearing a conversation between Harry and I. That’s not exactly the best way to find out anything. If I could go back in time and tell you as soon as I found out, I would. I really would.
In case you haven’t realized already, I’m leaving. Or, I’ve left. Thank you for taking me along to Ireland, but it just wasn’t the right place for me to be. It was fun while it lasted. I’ve messed everything up, and that’s quite clear. I’m sorry for any trouble that I caused between you and your family members and I hope it can be fixed. My flight is leaving at noon, but I left really early in the morning because I knew one of you would try and stop me. Good bye, Niall.
~Aria
I set the note down, my hands trembling. I had to get to her. Wiping away teardrops, I bolted out of the room, running downstairs. I knocked loudly, several times of the door of the room where Gregg was sleeping.
“Mm.” was my signal to come in.
I opened the door, to see Gregg rubbing his eyes.
“What the hell, man?” he groaned, sitting up in bed. Denise was fast asleep beside him.
“It’s Aria. She’s gone. Shes at the airport right now. We’ve got to get to her.” I explained, trying to keep my voice steady. Gregg’s eyes widened as he shot out of bed.
“Let me get dressed. Give me five minutes.” He answered, pushing me out the door.
I sat helplessly in the kitchen, begging myself not to cry. I had to be strong. I would find her. I was going to get her back. She wouldn’t leave. We wouldn’t be too late.
Right?
Gregg appeared at my side, grabbing his car keys off the kitchen counter. Yeah, I could drive, but I’d just learned a few months ago, and I didn’t trust myself to drive fast at all.
“Let’s go.”
One hour later, I was rushing past the security, making sure a security guard was following me. I didn’t have time to be mobbed by fans. I waved to a few girls who were begging for autographs, passing them while gripping my guitar tightly in my other hand. I needed to get to gate 10 in less than three minutes. Unfortunately, the flight was on time which meant my own time was limited. Finally I spotted the large Gate 10 board. I quickened my pace, running towards the large area of chairs. There were a bunch of fan girls following me by now. Then I spotted her. Sitting at the far corner of the last row of waiting seats, she had her legs pulled up and she was playing with the necklace I had given her in Paris.
“Aria!” I yelled.
She looked up, her eyes widening when she saw the guitar in my hands.
“Um, excuse me everyone! I’m trying to get back this girl that I’m pretty sure I love, so can you all quiet down for a second, please?” I yelled. God, this was embarrassing. Surprisingly, the crowd did calm down, hundreds of eyes on me. I took a deep breath, pulling the guitar strap over my neck. I nestled the guitar to a comfortable position, and began to sing.
Oh, no, I see
A spider web, it's tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I'd said,
Aria covered her mouth with her hand, shaking her head slowly in awe.
Oh, no, what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
So I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I've done,
And I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well, if I ever caused you trouble,
Oh no, I never meant to do you harm.
Her lips began to tremble as she stood up and grabbed her luggage. My heart beat quickened as the flight was called to board.
Oh, no, I see
A spider web, and it's me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
Here am I in my little bubble,
Singing out...
I watched as she shook her head again, rushing to the line to board. I stopped playing mid-song, staring at her as she handed the flight attendant her boarding pass, biting her lip. She was crying.
“Aria!” I yelled, trying to run after her. She was too far away, and crowds of people were now in line. I was invisible, now.
She turned around one last time, pushing a tear away as she bit her lip. A piece of her blonde hair got in her face. She raised her hand up in a small wave, then dropped it back down. Then, she turned her back on me, and disappeared down the hallway.
I still couldn’t believe this was happening.
But it was.
Ir took two, three, four seconds to sink in, and that was when I collapsed to the ground, beginning to cry. Paparazzi surrounded me, begging for answers to their stupid, cliché questions, but I didn’t answer. I just cried.
My words had hurt her too much for her to ever forgive me.
My time was up.
The car ride home was silent. I angrily messed with the strings of my guitar, realizing what a jerk I was. But of course, I knew I was a jerk from the first time I said those terrible things to her. And now, I was too late to get her back.
When we got home, Mum and Denise were waiting, hoping for me to bring back home a beautiful blonde girl named Aria, but the quickly realized when they saw my tearstained face, that I was nowhere close to that.
I must have cried in my room for maybe, eight or ten, hours, nonstop. I turned down lunch, and even when Gregg offered to take me to Nando’s, I refused. My mum tried to comfort me, telling be that everything would be alright, but it only worsened things. Nothing was alright. I was been a complete ass to Aria, and the consequence was that she left. I held her note in my hands, reading over it over and over again. I could almost imagine her saying those words, that beautiful voice that sounded like a song. Her flashing smile that I hadn’t seen lately, and that intoxicating laugh.
I think I love you, Aria Lubianco.
Ten days without a decent conversation with Aria. Ten days, and it was killing me. But I was planning on fixing everything. And I was going to fix it today.
Gregg and I had begun searching up apology songs. I know, it sounded cheesy, but it had to do the trick. We switched the tabs whenever Aria walked by, and we knew she suspected something.
I sat in my room and quietly strummed the chords to “Trouble”, by Coldplay, for about the one-hundredth time that morning. I was going to serenade her with this song and hope for the best. I needed Aria back.
What worried me is that she seemed to be completely fine without me. She didn’t seem bothered, only becoming angry when I was nearby. She seemed to be a little secretive over the past few days, mainly sticking inside her room. I couldn’t figure out why. Anyways, there hopefully wouldn’t be much of that left. Hopefully by the end of today, everything would be alright.
I looked down at the music sheet, being sure I had memorized all the notes correctly. This needed to be perfect. I had been up since eight in the morning, quietly replaying the song.
It must have been at least ten o’clock now. Taking a deep breath, I stood up and looked into my mirror, making sure I looked decent. I grabbed my guitar, and headed for the guest room.
Assuming Aria was still asleep, I slowly opened the bedroom door to see her snuggled-
No.
Aria was gone.
My breath hitched as I looked around the room. Every last trace of her was gone.
Everything except a piece of paper lying on the perfectly made bed.
I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I picked the paper up.
Dear Niall, (if you’re not Niall, please give this to Niall),
I honestly don’t know what happened to us. I think that what we fought over was a completely stupid thing, but what was said in our argument was what really affected the both of us. I’m sorry for what I said to you and I understand why you would be hurt by this. I figured that you would never forgive for what I said to you, but I’m telling you straight up that telling me that I used you and the other boys was the most painful thing anyone has ever told me. Bringing up my dad was even worse. What you said isn’t easy to forgive, and I’m struggling to realize what I feel right now. I know I’m really hurt, and I’m trying to act strong even though I’m not.
I was starting to think about what would be happening in your house right now if I wasn’t there. You wouldn’t have said those mean things to your mother (whatever you said to her, yes she told me), and Denise probably wouldn’t hate me. You would all be a happy family enjoying a reunion. I coming home with you just made everything worse, and there’s no denial there. Whatever you said to your mom, she was hurt by it, and I could tell just by looking at her expression. You can hurt me Niall, but not your mother. You’re lucky you know who your mother is in the first place. I can’t remember mine, and the closest I get to her are these threatening texts. You should be thankful, not insulting your own mother to her face.
I also began thinking of what it would have been like it we had never told each other our feelings. We never fought like this when I didn’t know how you felt about me. All I remember was you comforting me, and us getting along really well. I remember talking to Liam about you, and sometimes he would get so annoyed because you were all I talked about. I don’t understand how you could ever be jealous of him. Remember that day when you chased me through the streets in Paris and we ended up watching the clouds? Remember when you held my hand on the plane when I started freaking out? Remember when you taught me how to play the guitar in Australia? That’s how I wish things still were. I was really happy then.
Niall, we were better off as friends.
Harry told me that the relationship he and I had was fake after I broke it off with him. I told him that he and I weren’t meant to be, and then he told me that the only reason he dated me was because all the boys had planned it. They thought it would help you and I get together. I promise, It slipped out of my mind that the relationship was fake. I would have told you as soon as I remembered. I guess I’m sorry that you had to find out by over hearing a conversation between Harry and I. That’s not exactly the best way to find out anything. If I could go back in time and tell you as soon as I found out, I would. I really would.
In case you haven’t realized already, I’m leaving. Or, I’ve left. Thank you for taking me along to Ireland, but it just wasn’t the right place for me to be. It was fun while it lasted. I’ve messed everything up, and that’s quite clear. I’m sorry for any trouble that I caused between you and your family members and I hope it can be fixed. My flight is leaving at noon, but I left really early in the morning because I knew one of you would try and stop me. Good bye, Niall.
~Aria
I set the note down, my hands trembling. I had to get to her. Wiping away teardrops, I bolted out of the room, running downstairs. I knocked loudly, several times of the door of the room where Gregg was sleeping.
“Mm.” was my signal to come in.
I opened the door, to see Gregg rubbing his eyes.
“What the hell, man?” he groaned, sitting up in bed. Denise was fast asleep beside him.
“It’s Aria. She’s gone. Shes at the airport right now. We’ve got to get to her.” I explained, trying to keep my voice steady. Gregg’s eyes widened as he shot out of bed.
“Let me get dressed. Give me five minutes.” He answered, pushing me out the door.
I sat helplessly in the kitchen, begging myself not to cry. I had to be strong. I would find her. I was going to get her back. She wouldn’t leave. We wouldn’t be too late.
Right?
Gregg appeared at my side, grabbing his car keys off the kitchen counter. Yeah, I could drive, but I’d just learned a few months ago, and I didn’t trust myself to drive fast at all.
“Let’s go.”
One hour later, I was rushing past the security, making sure a security guard was following me. I didn’t have time to be mobbed by fans. I waved to a few girls who were begging for autographs, passing them while gripping my guitar tightly in my other hand. I needed to get to gate 10 in less than three minutes. Unfortunately, the flight was on time which meant my own time was limited. Finally I spotted the large Gate 10 board. I quickened my pace, running towards the large area of chairs. There were a bunch of fan girls following me by now. Then I spotted her. Sitting at the far corner of the last row of waiting seats, she had her legs pulled up and she was playing with the necklace I had given her in Paris.
“Aria!” I yelled.
She looked up, her eyes widening when she saw the guitar in my hands.
“Um, excuse me everyone! I’m trying to get back this girl that I’m pretty sure I love, so can you all quiet down for a second, please?” I yelled. God, this was embarrassing. Surprisingly, the crowd did calm down, hundreds of eyes on me. I took a deep breath, pulling the guitar strap over my neck. I nestled the guitar to a comfortable position, and began to sing.
Oh, no, I see
A spider web, it's tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I'd said,
Aria covered her mouth with her hand, shaking her head slowly in awe.
Oh, no, what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
So I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I've done,
And I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well, if I ever caused you trouble,
Oh no, I never meant to do you harm.
Her lips began to tremble as she stood up and grabbed her luggage. My heart beat quickened as the flight was called to board.
Oh, no, I see
A spider web, and it's me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
Here am I in my little bubble,
Singing out...
I watched as she shook her head again, rushing to the line to board. I stopped playing mid-song, staring at her as she handed the flight attendant her boarding pass, biting her lip. She was crying.
“Aria!” I yelled, trying to run after her. She was too far away, and crowds of people were now in line. I was invisible, now.
She turned around one last time, pushing a tear away as she bit her lip. A piece of her blonde hair got in her face. She raised her hand up in a small wave, then dropped it back down. Then, she turned her back on me, and disappeared down the hallway.
I still couldn’t believe this was happening.
But it was.
Ir took two, three, four seconds to sink in, and that was when I collapsed to the ground, beginning to cry. Paparazzi surrounded me, begging for answers to their stupid, cliché questions, but I didn’t answer. I just cried.
My words had hurt her too much for her to ever forgive me.
My time was up.
The car ride home was silent. I angrily messed with the strings of my guitar, realizing what a jerk I was. But of course, I knew I was a jerk from the first time I said those terrible things to her. And now, I was too late to get her back.
When we got home, Mum and Denise were waiting, hoping for me to bring back home a beautiful blonde girl named Aria, but the quickly realized when they saw my tearstained face, that I was nowhere close to that.
I must have cried in my room for maybe, eight or ten, hours, nonstop. I turned down lunch, and even when Gregg offered to take me to Nando’s, I refused. My mum tried to comfort me, telling be that everything would be alright, but it only worsened things. Nothing was alright. I was been a complete ass to Aria, and the consequence was that she left. I held her note in my hands, reading over it over and over again. I could almost imagine her saying those words, that beautiful voice that sounded like a song. Her flashing smile that I hadn’t seen lately, and that intoxicating laugh.
I think I love you, Aria Lubianco.
@lalaladoo
oooooh! Now I understand! hahahahahahahahahha :') yeah you did well with that chapter! YEAH :D IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY TOMORROW! I can't believe he will be 22... he looks like 22, but mentally... I think we can all agreed he's not 22 in his head xD
12/23/13