Jolly Holiday

Shelbie was a fashion designer. Very low key, living in upper Manhattan with her junkie brother. Then she got her big break. And that big break, went by One Direction.

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23. Ticket

I couldn't even look up at the door. When my eyes flashed to the TV, I noticed not one empty seat but two.

No.

And before I could process anything, I heard that familiar accent that made my stomach turn, "Well, isn't this an interesting turn of events."

"Niall," I gasped under my breath, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I came back to take care of my hysterical girlfriend. Obviously you found somebody else to pass the time." he face let me know that he was livid. Then he turned on Liam, who was still straddling my waist, "I can see that things might've gone further had I not shown up when I did -"

"Niall, I swear it's not what it looks like." I begged, shoving myself into a sitting position, "He just saw my -"

"Get off her you son of a -"

And just like that, the first punch was thrown. Niall dragged Liam to the ground, getting in every punch he could manage before the tables turned on him and Liam managed to overtake him.

I sat, shocked in disbelief for all of ten seconds before I finally jumped up, "Guys, stop it!" I screamed, grabbing hold of one of Niall's arms, trying to hold him back. It was to no avail. He shook me off like I was light as a feather and I went flying, my head hitting the dresser. When I regained my bearings, I became aware of the sticky redness dripping down my cheek.

"STOP!" I finally screamed, pulling them both out of their fits. They collapsed on the floor in a mangled heap, "You all are supposed to be best friends! What happened to Niam? You all aren't supposed to fight each other! And it's MY fault!"

"But he was on top of -"

"Dammīt, Niall!" I finally screamed, fed up, "He. Saw. My. Wrists!" I revealed my scars to him, "It was an intervention!"

"But-"

"No! This is ridiculous! You two should not be fighting over me! So I have a solution." I knew it was going to come to this eventually. Just not this soon.

"And what would that be? I'm sure if you kill one of us -"

"I'm going home." I stated flatly.

"To...New York?" Niall asked, disentangling himself from his band mate.

"No, to Henryville. I talked to one of my friends from high school. She's agreed to let me stay with her, because I just don't think I can stay with my parents again after what they did. I'm going to give it six months, and then consider coming back once all of this blows over."

"Shelbs, we can do better! You don't have to go. We're all grown ups! We can act cordial!" Liam exclaimed.

"But I don't want you to be CORDIAL to each other! I want you to be like BROTHERS again! Best friends! Bros before hoes and all that!"

"But-"

"No, I can't -" the tears were flowing freely. Was I really about to do this? Was I really about to walk out?

"Shelbie, just listen to-"

"If you would just-"

"I can't do this anymore!" I sobbed. Then just like the coward I was, I ran.

I went banging on Zayn's door, fully aware that he wasn't there. I was also fully aware that Liam and Niall were only meters behind me, "Katie, open the door!" I called, and just like that, she flung the door open and pulled me inside.

"What is it, Babe?" she asked, flipping the lock on the door.

"I have to go home. I have to get on the next flight back to America."

"What? Why?"

"I'm doing nothing but hurting the boys. I'm going home to stay with a friend just for a little while. Six months. Then I'll consider coming back. That is, if they want me back."

"But what about -"

"I just need some time to think. I'm going to get back to my roots. Do some things that I want to do. It's just time for some damage control."

"What do you mean damage control?" she absolutely shell-shocked.

"Niall and Liam got into a fist fight just now." I stated bluntly.

"They WHAT?"

"Exactly. So I'm just going to take some time and pray that when I come back, they'll be back to normal again."

"Okay," she mumbled, leaning closer to me, giving me a tight embrace, "So when are you leaving?"

"Right now." I mumbled, and her eyes grew huge and watery, "Actually I need a favor. I'm a little short. I was hoping I could borrow some money." Yes, I had been reduced to begging for hand outs, "I'll pay you back as soon as I can."

"How much?" she asked reluctantly, grabbing for her wallet.

"Two hundred."

She took the amount out and handed it to me with a depressed look on her face, "They're really going to miss you, you know?"

"I know," I mumbled, "But for once, I'm not putting them first. For the past couple of years, I've been putting everyone before myself. I choose me this time."

"Alright, I'm going to miss you." she muttered, taking me into another tight hug, before I made my way to the door.

"Goodbye, Katie." I said as I made my through the door. Just before it closed, I turned to her once more, "And tell Lou that I'll miss him and that I'm sorry. Zayn, too."

She nodded, the first of her years finally falling free as I ran out the door and made my way to the stairwell with nothing but the clothes on my back and the two hundred dollars I had clutched in my hand.

Once I had made it to the parking garage I climbed into the front seat of my car and took off quickly, finally letting my own tears go.
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