For Your Eyes Only

~Niall's POV~
“Niall, calm down.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down, Liam,” I shouted back as we got back to the hotel. I angrily threw my phone and wallet at the wall, ripping off my jacket and pacing around the room. Why couldn’t people just leave her alone? She was perfect. How could anyone see anything else?
“Hey, man. You’ll see her again. I swear. You two... I’ve never seen anything like you two before. I know you’ll be together again.”
“How romantic.” I rolled my eyes. Suddenly I froze, fear and dread freezing over my heart. “L-Liam,” I stuttered. He turned back to me from walking out the door. “What if… What if she doesn’t want me anymore? What if she’s moved on?”
“Dude… you can’t think like that. I saw her face when Paul was taking her to the airport. She looked like she would rather die than leave. She loves you, man.” He came over and wrapped his arms around me as I fought the battle of tears. I didn’t hug him back. I didn’t want his hug. I wanted her hug. Even if we were an unconventional couple, I wanted her hug. We didn’t have sex. We weren’t planning on it just yet. We felt like if we both truly wanted to be with each other then we wouldn’t need to do that for a while. We would probably even wait until our honeymoon, because right now I couldn’t see myself with anyone but her.
But now she was gone, and probably angry at me for not coming to see her. She probably hated me for not speaking to her. If only I could tell her how I felt.
Harry. He still had her number. He denied it, but I knew he did. For emergencies. He told management it was gone. But I knew he had it. I stumbled out of Liam’s arms and ran down the hall, screaming Harry’s name. He came running out of his room with Louis right on his heels, wondering what the heck I was screaming about. He was immediately concerned, as he probably noticed my eyes were red from the tears that I wouldn’t let escape.
“You ok, Ni?” he asked. I reached into his pockets and desperately patted him down, looking for the phone. “Woah, man, I’m straight,” he joked, but dropped the grin when he saw the fear in my eyes.
“Haz, I need to talk to her. I know you have it.” Recognition flooded his eyes as he backed up a couple steps.
“Niall, I don’t have her number. You know I don’t.”
“Harry, just give it to him. Please,” Liam pleaded. He looked between us and just nodded, turning and retrieving it from his room. I held it to my ear and locked myself in the bathroom, praying she’d pick up. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. She didn’t want to speak to me. She hated me. I held my finger over the ‘end call’ button, when the line clicked.
“Annie?!” I cried, my voice desperate.
“Um, this is Eric. She’s, um, busy,” came the masculine reply.

Notes

Uh-oh, again! Eric needs to just stop. I don't like him.