Dating a Member of 1D: My Personal Guide to Survival


Ceili and Niall Horan are finally together, and everything should be rosy, right? I mean, when you're dating a world famous musician, everything should be fine, right? WRONG! Follow Niall and Ceili as they navigate the choppy waters that is love and are faced with the question,; Can two people fall in love with the whole world watching?

*This is a sequel. If you've already read the original, Kiss Me, I'm Irish, that's great! But if you haven't, that's okay too. You might be a little confused at first, but you'll more likely than not catch on :)


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11. Breaking Up is Hard to Do

I sank down to the ground, holding the phone in a death grip. I tapped the video and watched it again, just to make sure I was right... Yep. Absolutely correct. Niall was snogging some other girl. Tears pricked my eyes and I let them fall, putting my head on my knees. How could he do this to me? I thought we had something special. I thought we would survive the madness that dating a member of 1D entails. I thought- I thought he loved me. 

My shoulders began to shake as I cried harder. I just sobbed for a few minutes. And they were possibly the worst few minutes of my entire life. I was completely and utterly desolate. Once I regained some sort of control over myself, I stood up and took in my appearance. I was wreck. My carefully applied make-up was everywhere, making me look like a depressed panda. My hair was coming out of it's bun and was already getting tangled. For someone who was miserable, I pretty much fit the bill. 

So then i tried to clean things up a bit. If I had to go out there and face him, I'd do it with pride. I scrubbed off all the excess make-up and then re-did it, pausing every so often to try and stop fresh tears. I scraped my hair back and then looking into the mirror. It would have to work. Grabbing my hateful phone, I sent Niall a text.
"Meet me outside right now."

Five minutes later, Niall was outside, his forehead furrowed in concern.
"Hey," he said urgently, coming to my side.
"Are you alright? What's wro-"
I swung around and slapped him with all the strength I could muster. Staggering backward from the force of the slap, he pressed a hand to his bright red cheek and stared at me, saying,
"What the hell was that for?"
"For this!" I hissed, shoving the phone in his face. 

His face as he watched the video was all the confirmation I needed. He paled instantly and swallowed, saying,
"Ceili, it wasn't like that, I swear."
"Oh, well, that doesn't leave much left to the imagination, does it?" I snapped back.
"Let me explain-"
"No, Niall. I don't want to hear this." I said, pushing past him. 
He grabbed my hand and held me back, preventing me from leaving.
"Let go of me!" I snarled,
He shook his head no and, judging by the determined set of his jaw, I figured I wouldn't be leaving any time soon; until I heard what Niall had to say. i deflated and then said,
"Fine. Explain to me."
Niall breathed in deeply and then launched into a re-telling of the events,
"Ok, it was at a concert two weeks ago. She just vaulted onto the stage and kissed me. It all happened too quickly for the body guards to stop her."

As he talked, I realized something: I didn't believe him. I didn't belive Niall Horan, the guy who could paint pictures with his words.There was more to the story, something he wasn't telling me. So, as he talked, I stopped him.
"Niall, just stop for a second."
He glanced at me and then fell silent. I studied his face and then shut my eyes. Somehow I could tell. He wasn't telling the truth.
"There's more to the story, isn't there Niall?" I whispered miserably. 
I looked up him and felt my eyes well up and brim over.
"So, who is she?" I asked. , raising my head.
"Just some random girl you hooked up with? Or was it something more? Did you have two on-going relationships? Or were there more?"
He just stayed quiet and I gasped, almost feeling my heart rip and tear in two in my chest.
"Good bye Niall." I said softly, turning and walking away.
"Ceili, wait!" Niall called, trying to catch up with me.

I walked faster, striding across the parking lot. And, as you all know, I am the very definition of a klutz. And me in heels? You better watch out. My heel got caught on the edge of the footpath and I went tumbling down. I landed on my knees and cried out as I felt the impact.
Instantly, Niall was by my side, helping me up. On the way down, my dress had ripped all up the side, and Niall quickly drapped his jacket around my shoulders.
"Oh, God, Ceili, are you alright?" Niall asked. 
I shrugged his arm off me and continued walking, ignoring him calling my name. And I walked the whole way home. Running up to the apartment, I shoved a few important things into a bag and then ran out. I called a taxi and gave them my grandparent's adress. There was nowhere else for me to go.

Ten minutes later, the taxi arrived and I jumped in, telling the driver to step on it. He nodded and started the car. I leaned back in my seat and shut my eyes. With a start, I realized Niall's tux jacket was still around my shoulders. I ripped it off my body and buried my head in it. It smelled like him; like his Axe deorderant, his colonge, and something that was purely Niall. 
I started to cry again and then told myself to snap out of it. It was over.

And that's why when i reached my grandparent's house, I left the jacket sitting in the back of the taxi. As it pulled away, I said goodbye and sealed off my heart. No one would ever hurt me like this again. 

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