Paralyzed

The day of the concert finally rolled around, and the torture would not end. Miranda would not stop running through the house, looking for an outfit that was “the one” I had already chosen my outfit, a simple dress with black flats.I wasn’t trying to put myself out there like most of the girls probably would, I mean, I didn’t even want to be at this concert in the first place.

“Are you ready to go?” Miranda asked me.

“I should be asking you that.” I replied with a smirk.

We both giggled and linked arms, walking to our car. We decided to take mine and as we got in, my phone beeped. I pulled it out to see it was a message from my boyfriend, Michael. I smirked as I responded, knowing he wouldn’t be happy when he found out that we were going to a One Direction concert.

Michael: I was thinking we could hang out tonight? I had a movie in mind we could go see.
Me: Sorry I’m going to a One Direction concert tonight with Miranda. Tomorrow maybe?
Michael: You’re going where?
Me: Bai! <3 Luv ya!

I put my phone away quickly before he could text me back. I sighed to myself. He could be so demanding sometimes, only letting me go certain places, but I still loved him. We had this connection I have never had with anyone before. I looked out the window to see it was lightly raining. I smirked at how ironic it was that the weather was corresponding to how I felt right then. We arrived at the arena quicker than I thought. It was known as Illinois’s biggest arena. We moved to America shortly after Niall left and Miranda came with me. Now we live in Illinois.

I got out and tightly gripped onto my purse. This was it. Would he even recognize me? If were to give a damn about me like I thought he would, then he would recognize me. So I guess we’ll see.

We had decided to get there two hours early to try and get as close to the beginning of the line as possible. There was probably at least one hundred people in line already, so we did pretty well. We got in line and I pulled out my favorite book, How to Kill a Mockingbird. I’ve read it at least twenty times already but it drew me in so I had to keep reading it. Before I knew it, the two hours were up and the line slowly started moving forward. I gripped tightly onto my bag as we approached the entrance. Miranda handed the guy our tickets, and he gave us each a paper bracelet in return. I put mine on as we walked into the arena and began looking for our seats. We found them after about twenty minutes of searching and sat down. We were in the first row, right next to the stage, so it wouldn’t be hard for Niall to see me. This was part of the V.I.P package and I despised it. I pulled out my phone to see a bunch of missed calls and texts from Michael. I rolled my eyes and turned my phone back off again.

About an hour later, after basically sitting around doing nothing, the lights began to dim. That’s when the panic set in. I couldn’t do this. I didn’t want to see Niall again, and I was hoping I would never have to. I slumped in my chair and tried to hide myself as much as possible, because I know Miranda wouldn’t let me out of this. I thought it was loud enough already, but it got even louder when the boys walked out onto the stage. I swear I would be deaf by the end of tonight. They all smiled and waved as they took their “spots” on stage.

“Hello Chicago! Are you ready to rock and roll?” Liam yelled.

The screams got even louder, if even possible. I was about ready to plug my ears, but that would make my jacket slip and that would mean Niall would be able to see my face. I sighed and realized that Niall would be seeing me sooner or later so might as well. I put in my earbuds and began to listen to music on my phone. Miranda noticed quickly and tugged the earbuds out of my ears.

“What the hell?” I shrieked.
“You’re listening.” Miranda demanded.

I sighed and put my phone away. I looked up at the stage as they began to sing their first song of the night. I hadn’t heard their music before so I didn’t know what the song was called. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it though. It was quite catchy.

“What song is this?” I asked Miranda before I could stop myself.
“It’s called Midnight Memories. Catchy right?” She smiled.

I nodded slightly before turning back to the stage. Niall wasn’t far from where we were sitting and that wasn’t good. Before I could hide, Niall’s eyes were right on me, and his eyes seemed to gleam. He began walking towards where Miranda and I were sitting. I quickly got up and excused myself to go to the bathroom before he could get over to us. I turned back to see he was whispering something to Miranda. I began to run out before I could turn to look again. I had a pretty hard time finding the bathroom but I eventually found it. I put my hands on both side of the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t help it, but I began to cry. The memories were too emotional for me and I had promised I wouldn’t think about them, but I couldn’t help it. I finally got myself to calm down, and reapplied some makeup before heading back. When I returned, as I was walking down the aisle, I noticed Niall was still by where we were sitting. I took a deep breath before returning to the seat.

I could feel Niall’s eyes staring at me with great intensity. I finally forced myself to look at him, and when I did, I totally regretted it.

“Betty?” Niall asked me.
“Yeah?” I asked quietly.
“It’s you.” He smiled. “It’s really you!”
“And?” I asked him harshly.

He must have noticed my cruelty towards him because he instantly had a shocked look on his face.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He recovered quickly.

“Yeah well you wouldn’t have to have missed me so much if you had bothered to keep in contact with me Niall. You didn’t bother to call me, email me, or even text me! I missed you like hell and it seemed like you didn’t even care! I’ve stopped worrying about you contacting me, so I don’t care anymore. I don’t even know why I bothered waiting for you for so long.” I yelled at him. The boys were talking on stage to the fans and answering questions, so no one seemed to take a noticing.

Niall had a really hurt expression on his face, so I can tell I got a really hard hit on him. Good, he deserved it.

“Well I’m sorry that X-Factor was so time consuming and that I actually have a career now! What do you do? Sit around at your house all day and don’t give a shit about your life anymore? Well that’s good for you! I’m sorry I haven’t been there but it’s not my fault!” Niall yelled back.

Ouch, that one stung. The worst part about that was part of it was true. Which made it hurt even more. I could feel my eyes getting teary, but I held back my tears for later. I was at least going to put up a good fight.

“That’s your excuse? That it was to “time consuming?” You’re telling me that out of 24 hours, you had not even thirty seconds to call or even text me? And I’ll have you know that I do give a shit about my life, and I have a job AND a boyfriend! Also, at least I can keep a steady relationship with someone unlike some of us! How many girlfriends have you had in the past month Niall? Huh, what like ten?” I defend myself.

I could tell that one hit him hard, but it looked like he wasn’t going down without a fight either. I sighed to myself, just wanting to go back home and curl up with a good book and a cup of tea. Of course, that wasn’t going to happen though.

“I’ve actually had one! And she is beautiful and charming! And my life happens to be drama free, if you were thinking that it wasn’t! And even if my life isn’t perfect, I bet yours isn’t much better!” Niall yells back.

That one did it, because my life wasn’t perfect. Ever since Niall left, my life has been anything but perfect. I stood up with tears and my eyes, and pushed my way out of the row. I had to get out of here. I could feel Niall behind me, so he must have jumped down from the stage. I could hear the speakers go quiet, meaning the boys had stopped talking.

“Niall lad where are you going?” I heard Zayn ask into the microphone. I quickly turned to see Niall running after me and the boys on stage were clearly shocked and confused about what was going on. I began to pick up my pace, and was soon running out of the auditorium. I quickly headed for the one place I felt was the safest, the car. The bathroom probably wasn’t even the safest because Niall would still be able to go in. I could still hear all the noise from the auditorium and the boys telling everyone to remain calm and stay in their seats. I ran out of the arena and headed straight to the car. I could still hear Niall behind me, and he seemed to be picking up his pace. I couldn’t go much faster, so I was just hoping that I would get lucky.

“Betty wait!” Niall screamed from not that far behind me.

The tears began flowing a lot faster now as I reached the car. I quickly got in and locked the car up, and that’s when I began my emotional breakdown. Niall came up to the window right next to where I was sitting and began pounding on the door.

“Let me in Betty!” I could hear his muffled yell, but it was nothing compared to my loud crying.

My makeup was surely ruined, but that was the least of my worries. I suddenly heard the door click looked to see Niall opening the door. He swung it open and pulled me into a tight hug, catching me off guard.

“I’m sorry, for everything. Not keeping in contact with you, putting you through all this, what I said in the arena, everything.” He whispered.

I didn't know what to do except cry. I shouldn't have, but I let him sit there and hug me. This was the first time in three years we've hugged, and it would be the last. I won't deny it, I missed Niall, but there was no way we could go back to the way things were. He would just leave me again. We wouldn't be able to be together all the time like before. He would never see me, and I would never see him. I couldn't forgive him. If I did, he would think there's a chance, but there's not. I can't have my heart broken, not anymore than it already is. So I made up my mind, then and there. I shoved him off of me, so hard he stumbled out of the car. I locked the doors quickly, started up the car, and drove off, heading to a cafe down the street until Miranda was ready to be picked up.

Notes

Hey everyone! I'm back, sorry it was such a long wait! I hope you liked this chapter, if you did, feel free to comment, rate it, or subscribe for more! Love ya all <3 -Kait