When You Look Me In The Eyes

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13. Escape

Everyone was getting a workout running down the wheel chair ramp getting away from paps. Well, pretty much everyone. I was being pushed by Niall in the wheel chair, and I could tell he was more pooped then anyone.

"Come on guys, it's right around this corner!" Danielle yelled, from the front. It went like this- Danielle in front, Liam right on her tail holding her hand, Harry and Louis running side-by-side, then there was me and Niall, and last but not least, Zayn.

"Niall, it's fine, I can just make up a story for the paps!-" I whispered, hoping he caught it.

"Bridget, of course not! I just found you, and I do NOT want to lose you to these beasts! I'm a strong Irish man, anyway!" He replied, sort of yelling at 'not'.

I put my hands up in surrender. He sort of made me jump a bit. "Okay, but how will I explain this to my mother? My foot, all those pics that pap took of us."

He stopped in his tracks. "I did not think of that." He answered.

"Okay, so you're not a strong Irish man."

"I am too! Watch!"

He stops the wheelchair and scoops me up out of it. I squeal a little because I feared he might drop me. He carries me bridal style towards the exit, after he pushes the empty wheelchair towards the paps to distract them. When we reach the emergency exit, Danielle and Eleanor quietly creek open the door, then gave us the signal that the coast is clear.

Once we get inside of Louis' car, I had enough of this bull crap for one day.

"Take me home," I mutter, hoping everyone caught it.

"Bridgey, what'd you say?" Liam asked, looking at me with his big brown eyes.

"I said, take me home. As in now." I grit out through my teeth, making everyone stare at me in disbelif.

"But why?" They all ask in unison.

"Well, first of all this," I reply pointing at my foot, "Second of all making me lose my only thing of keeping stable," Looking at Niall, "And lastly, making my mother take two hours to scream at me just for the foot, and add on two and a half days to take her to ask about the kissing. So, lets just soak this in, I never want to see your faces again."

I called my mum to tell her I'd be home, and about ten minutes later, I got prepared for the worse.

 

Niall's P.O.V

I can't belive it's over, a record for the worlds shortest relationship ever, two hours. It was the best one ever, though.

When we reached her house, I helped her out of the car and guided her up the door. I know this is going to be the last time I will see her, so I wanted to make this last once more. She knocks on the door and who's there to open it? A furious looking woman who must be her mum.

"BRIDGET CASSIDY LIDDLE! WHAT IN GOD'S NAME WERE YOU THINKING?! NOT COMING STRAIGHT HOME AFTER SCHOOL?! GETTING A BROKEN FOOT?! I EVEN SAW YOU ON THE NEWS WITH THAT..." She stares uninvitingly at me. "YOU. STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER! I DON'T WANT HER IN ANYMORE TROUBLE LIKE THIS! AND YOU MISSY!" She screams at Bridget. "ARE COMING INSIDE RIGHT NOW!"

She grabs her forcefully and drags her inside the house. That lady has definitely gotten on my nerves, but this is what Bridget wants. She doesn't want to see our faces or deal with any part of us anymore. I walk back to the car, my head hanging down is sadness.

"We're sorry, mate." The boys said to me as I got in the car.

I blocked out all the noise, still hanging my head, as I walked to the very back seat. Instead of sitting in the seat I was supposed to sit, by Liam, I went to the farest away from anybody possible. Once I would get back to the flat I would decide to probably plank inside my room, watch glee, and probably go to sleep with my head in a bucket of ice cream filled half with tears.

"Lads she's gone," I mumble out of my sniffles, "Her mum will never let her see daylight again, I ruined her whole life... In a whole day.. 'And the winner for the most stupid, annoying, mean, jerkish 19 year old in the whole world goes to: Niall Horan'!"

I was the last one out of the car, when we got back to the house. Slowly shuffling my feet, I went to the fridge- to get some ice cream, and then to my room. I opened the wooden door, and smashed it against the matching frame.

Once I knew nobody would bother me, I calapsed onto the plush carpet- and started sobbing, moaing, and screaming at myself for thinking I would do this.

Your an uncontrollable JERK, I thought to myself. You caused her enough trouble, you don't deserve the fame- wait no, you don't deserve a life! Wait, self, don't you guys own a razor?

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