The next month flew by so quickly. After every show the boys would meet us somewhere near their hotel, let us in, and we would watch movies and eat dinner every night. Surprisingly no one ever caught on. When the L.A. show came up, the boys stayed in our room and we stayed up all night eating pizza and playing card games. Now it was the Atlanta show and the tour was coming to a close in two weeks.

“This has literally been the most fun I’ve had in my entire life.” I told my mom as the boys left our room so they could get ready for the show that night. ‘Bye’ I mouthed to Niall after he pecked my lips.

“Have you gotten to actually hang out with the boys at all this tour?” My mom asked as I heard her drop something on the other end of the line.

“Yeah, once or twice.” I lied and smiled to myself.

“You’re going to hell.” Pixie whispered as she passed me. I stuck my tongue out at her and made a rude gesture before taking my phone off speaker and putting it up to my ear.

“But I’ve gotta get ready for the show, mom. I know it’s a few hours before the concert, but I gotta look good for Niall.” I smiled thinking of how untrue that statement was. He didn’t care how I looked. He’s seen me when I first wake up and still likes me, so there’s nothing to worry about.

“I understand sweetheart.” My mom laughed. “I love you and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Love you too, mom.” I smiled and hung up.

“So, do you know when the boys are going to D.T.R.?” Pixie asked as she applied some eyeliner.

“What?”

“Define the relationship.” Pixie said and grabbed her mascara from her makeup bag.

“Oh… I don’t know.” I sat crisscross on the bed and thought about it. “We’re practically their girlfriends…” I thought out loud.

“But without the title.” Pixie said and sat on her bed across from me. “Why do you think that is?”

“We can ask them tonight, I suppose.”

“Yes, but Belle… the other boys don’t even know about us. Sure, maybe they’ve caught on, but how come we’ve never hung out with anyone other than Niall and Harry?” I sat there and thought about it. “They don’t know about us, Belle.”

“We need to talk to them tonight, then.” I said as if it was that easy.

Harry’s POV

As soon as the show was over, Niall and I met the girls around the back of the hotel and let them in before leading them up to our room. This had been going on for the most part of the tour since we met them, and it always worked. When we got to our room, both girls entered and sat on one of the beds.

“We need to talk to you guys…” Belle started and wrapped her arms around her torso nervously.

“What about?” Niall asked and leaned against dresser.

“We just need to know something.” Pixie took a deep breath. “Why haven’t we exactly… defined what we have going on?” She looked nervous.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Why haven’t you asked us to be your girlfriends?” She asked. Belle looked at the ground nervously after Pixie asked.

“Well…” I looked at Niall and he nodded. Surely they would understand, right? “We don’t really want you to be our girlfriends…” I shrugged. Niall nodded and their faces dropped.

“Come again?” Belle asked standing up.

“We don’t want you to be our girlfriends…?” I said again. Shouldn’t it be obvious that we just don’t want them to get hurt?

“I think it’s time for us to go.” Pixie said and stood up and they both went for the door.

“Wait, where are you girls going?” Niall asked and stepped in front of the door.

“We’re going back to our room.” Belle’s voice was getting thick. What were they so upset about? “Clearly we’re not wanted here.”

“Come on, Belle.” Pixie whispered and looked at me with sad eyes. “Let’s go.”

~*~

Belle’s POV

“Well, that was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” I said when Pixie and I were back in the room after the next night’s concert. As soon as I saw Niall, I wanted to burst into tears and run out of the arena, but I paid for the tickets, so I stayed to get my money’s worth.

“I know.” Pixie sighed and sat down on her bed. “Seven missed calls from Harry already… make that eight.” Pixie said as she hit the ‘ignore’ button on her phone. “I miss him.”

“I miss Niall, but Pixie… we can’t see them after they said that to us.” I said and sat on my bed, pulling my knees up to my chest. “It’ll hurt even worse.”

“I know…” There was a knock on the hotel door. “I got it.” Pixie said and answered the door. “Go away, Niall.” She said sternly. It took everything in me to stay seated and not run to him.

“Please, just let me explain—“

“We don’t want to see either one of you, and you’re sure as hell not going to see Belle after what you did to her. She’s my best friend and you hurt her. You both hurt us.”

“Pixie let me see her now!” Niall sounded more pissed than ever.

“No!” Pixie said and I heard struggling. “Niall, you might want to leave.”

“Belle!” I looked up towards the doorway, unable to see Niall. “Please tell her to let me through.” I stood up and walked up behind her.

“No.” I stated. “I don’t want to see you. And you tell Harry that if he tries to see Pixie that I will personally chop off his—“

“Isabelle!” Pixie stopped me.

“And I’ll feed it to him.” I finished and shut the door in Niall’s face.

“Belle? Are you okay?” Pixie asked as I walked away from the door practically shaking with anger.

“You know, it’s a good thing Niall and I aren’t together. Irish blood doesn’t mix well. We’d always be fighting anyway.” I said. “I’ve got three fourths Irish blood in me… it wouldn’t be good, right?” I looked up at Pixie, feeling my heart slowly shatter.

“Belle, calm down.” I felt myself starting to cry. “Shh, Belle. It’s going to be okay.” Pixie said, trying to comfort me, trying to not cry herself.

“Why do I miss him so much?” I managed to say as Pixie smoothed my hair.

“Because you loved him.” She simply stated.

“I wish I hadn’t… or didn’t… or whatever the hell it was.” I said and sat up. “I’m going to bed.” I said and crawled under the covers.

That night I wish I had never met those stupid boys or that I could go back to the day after graduation and wake up, excited that I was able to go see my favorite band in concert. I even wished that I had never heard of One Direction.

~*~

“Bells… Bells, it’s morning babe.” Pixie shook me awake. “We gotta get ready to go to the next venue.”

“Ugh, why?” I rolled over and covered my head.

“Because we paid for tickets for the rest of the tour and I want Harry Edward Styles to feel oh so very awkward seeing me front and center tonight.” Pixie said with a sense of pride in her voice.

“Fine.” I said and rolled out of bed to shower.

As soon as we got behind the tour bus we tried our hardest to ignore Niall and Harry trying to get our attention, but it was hard with their faces practically pressing up against the windows. When we finally got to the venue, I sped off to the hotel, hoping that the boys didn’t see me. When we got to the hotel, I saw Niall and Harry standing in the front door.

“Great.” I rolled my eyes and tried to push past them, but they wouldn’t let us.

“I thought we left you at the venue. Don’t you have soundcheck to get to?” Pixie spat at them.

“Or lives for that matter?” I put in. “Why stalk a couple of unimportant fans?”

“You are important to me, Belle.” Niall said and took a step towards me.

“And that must be why I’m nursing a broken heart…” I said and pretended to think about it. “Yeah, that makes perfect sense.” I said sarcastically.

“You don’t have to speak to him, Belle.” Pixie said as we walked past them and into our hotel.

“Please, girls.” Harry’s voice pleaded. “Let us explain.” We kept walking, even though I knew we both wanted to turn back. “Pixie…?” Harry whispered. Pixie shivered and then continued walking.

“There’s only a week and a half of tour, Pix. We can get through this.” I shrugged as we went into our room. “Plus, the other boys are fun to watch on stage.” I smiled.

“We can do this.” Pixie shrugged.

In three weeks we’ll be off to college, and this nightmare will be over. It wouldn’t be too hard to get over them, even with their faces everywhere.