Everthing Has Changed

Niall and Alyssa were best friends when she lived in Ireland, but then Alyssa moved to Toronto.
Five years later, Alyssa is dragged by her four best friends Kennedy, Alexis, Juliet and Jennifer to go to a signing for some band called One Direction and she can't believe who one of the members are.
This story is about the ups and downs of love that is separated by oceans, fame, and how hard they will work to stay together

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29. From Where??

 

.:~Harry’s P.O.V.~:.

Finally after 23 long hours on a plane, we landed in Sydney, Australia. They are 11 hours ahead of London time, so it was 7AM in Sydney. The premiere was tonight, so we got off the plane quickly and wen to our hotel. Fans and paparazzi greeted us and almost instantly were asking where Niall and Alyssa were, to where we answered it was personal. We walked up to our rooms and decided to get a few hours of sleep until we would get up at 4PM to be ready for 8PM and the premiere starts at nine. I walked into Jennifer’s and my room and we both threw on some comfy clothes. I gave her a quick kiss and held her close in my arms and we both drifted off to sleep.

 

.:~Niall’s P.O.V.~:.

I looked over at the clock. It was 9PM. The guys and girls will have just landed about an hour or two ago. I walked into the kitchen then up to my room to go to bed. I saw the book on the floor, and it was open on a page of Alyssa and I at a carnival.

**FLASHBACK**

We were thirteen years old. I remember that day, she told me she had gotten a boyfriend, and I was broken about it but I had put on a strong smile and said to her, “If he or any other boy ever hurts you, I will kick their ass and beat the shit out of them. That’s a promise.”

“You don’t need to do that Niall. I can take care of myself.” She laughed

“Fine, I guess you don’t need me.” I had put on a fake sad face and started to walk away. She ran up behind me and grabbed my hand,

“Niall, I will always need you. No matter where I am. I will ALWAYS need you.” And gave me a big hug.

“I’ll always need you too,” I whispered into her neck.

“Good.” She smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. The first time her lips ever touched me.

**END OF FLASHBACK**

I made her a promise that I would beat the shit out of anyone who hurt her. I hurt her and I made a promise that I had to keep.

   Crying, I walked into the bathroom and opened up the cabinet and took out a pill bottle. I opened up to take them and put me out of my misery, but then decided against it, because if I did, it would be over quick. I don’t deserve to have it over quick. I deserve to suffer. I grabbed my jacket and went for a walk. I kept walking until I reached the sketchy neighborhood. There was a bar there. It was called Sword’s. Basically the cops were here every night and everyone always left with some bumps or bruises and a lot of people had been sent to the hospital after being here. It was for big, tough guys, not little “pretty boys” like me. I know I will get the shit beaten out of me here. I took a deep breath and before I opened the door, I mumbled to the sky,

“I’m keeping my promise Alyssa. I’m so sorry.” And I walked in. Everyone in there was incredibly strong and muscular and scary. I went to sit at the bar and some big tough guy looked, I just gave him a cocky look back and asked for some shots.

After I had had about 20 shots, 5 beers and some other mystery drinks that I don’t even remember, I knew I was drunk as shit. Probably more drunk than I was the night I cheated on Alyssa. My brain was so woozy, I could barely think straight. I noticed that really big guy looking at me again. I asked for one more shot and when the bartender handed it to me, I held it up to the sky and said, “This is for you Alyssa.” Then I turned to the big scary dude, “What you looking at, bitch?” I asked, popping the B. He scowled at me, but I still continued because I was too drunk to contain myself,

“You want some of this? Come at me!”

The guy didn’t move,

“Fine, I’ll start it then,” I slurred. I walked up to him and punched him in the face, then the stomach, and then the balls. The guy flinched, but then looked up at me angrily. He threw a punch, but I ducked and he missed it. I smiled at him cockily, but then I doubled over when he threw a punch and nailed me in the stomach. We started beating the shit out of each other, but he was mostly winning. The fight lead outside. We were both bloody everywhere. My forehead was bleeding like crazy and I know my blond hair was getting stained red.
The guy threw a punch at me and I fell into the middle of the road and wacked my head on the ground. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was blue and red flashing lights as well as headlights. Then everything went black.

 

.:~Jennifer’s P.O.V.~:.

We pulled up in our limo and I must say, we all looked fantastic. It was so amazing. The big flashing lights, all the celebrities and the fans. It was everything I ever dreamed of. We walked out, down the red carpet, hand in hand with my amazing Hazza. People took our pictures, a bunch of people asked where Nialyssa (The couple name people used for Niall and Alyssa), and we just pretended we didn’t hear them.

We finally got into the theater and sat and watched the movie. I still never got used to watching Kennedy on a big screen. Harry did the corny yawn-and-put-his-arm-around-me thing. I couldn’t help but blush. He kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, “God, sometimes I find it hard to believe that I get to look at that face and say that you’re my girlfriend.” Then he kissed my ear and I giggled,

“Bitch please. I’m the lucky one.” Then he laughed and we continued to watch the movie.

.:~Harry’s P.O.V.~:.

After the movie, we had gone to the after party. We partied hard and got really drunk. I looked over at my watch, it was 5AM,

“Let’s head home.” I told everyone, so we got into our limo and drove home, stumbled up to our hotels and passed out almost instantly.

 

I woke up later to the sound of my phone ringing. I looked at my watch. It was four in the afternoon. I picked it up and heard the voice on the other line whisper,

“Haz?”

 

.:~Niall’s P.O.V.~:.

When I woke up, I had no clue where the hell I was. I looked at my watch. It was 5AM. I sat up to see I was in a stone and metal room. I was alone.

“Where the hell am I?” I mumbled to myself.

“You are in a jail cell smart one.” I heard someone say and I looked out through the bars to see a cop looking at me.

“What did I do?” I asked him, not remembering last night.

“You got into a bar fight.”

“Oh…” I rubbed the back of my head, “I remember now.”

“Yes, you have one phone call now. If you can have someone here within 12 hours, you will be free to go with a warning. If not then you will be fined and there may be court and lawsuits, etc.” The officer replied

“Okay.” He handed me a phone. I dialed the one number I knew wouldn’t give me too much grief. The phone rang twice and then finally someone picked up. I whispered/sobbed, “Haz?”

 

.:~Harry’s P.O.V.~:.

“Haz?” The voice on the other line said. It was Niall.

“Niall, what’s wrong? Where are you calling me from? Why aren’t you using your cell phone?” I asked and I saw Jenn come out of her room as well as Zayn, Juliet, Liam, Alexis, Louis and Kennedy.

“Um, well, Haz… last night I got in a bar fight and now I’m kinda… ye know.”

“Oh Ni…” I scowled.

“Please, I have twelve hours to get out of here or otherwise there will be fines. I need someone close to me, but our moms are in Africa right now and you guys are 22 hours away. Could you please do some calls and see if you can find someone who can be here in twelve hours? This is the only phone call I have.” He begged.

“I-I’ll see what I can do.” I stuttered.

“Thanks Haz.”
“But Niall, if I can’t find anyone, I promise we will figure this out as soon as we get back. I promise.”
“Thank you Harry. I’ll explain to you later.”

“K bye.” And I hung up.

“What happened?” Lou asked me.

“Niall got in a bar fight. He’s behind bars and I need to find someone to bail him out in less than twelve hours. The moms are in Africa, so they are no help. I don’t know who I am going to call.” I replied

“We will help.” Kennedy smiled, “Niall can’t be in the slammer.”

 

We spent the day making calls, trying to find someone who is close enough to Niall to be able to bail him out, but no one was around. Then I had one last idea. I doubt it’ll work but it was worth a shot. The others were putting their phones away.

“Guys. I have one more person to call.” I said confidently.

“Okay, fingers crossed.” Kennedy said.

“Who is it?” Louis asked, but I just smiled and said, “I’ll tell you if they say yes.”

I picked up my phone and dialed the number. Then someone picked up,

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me.”
“Harry?”

 

.:~Louis P.O.V.~:.

Whoever it was picked up the phone. I listened to Harry talk, (The … means that the person on the other line is talking)

“Hey it’s me… yea… um I have a favour to ask you… yea, but before you say anything, can you please just hear me out… Niall is in jail and I need someone to go bail him out and is able to be there in like, 10 hours… No we are in Australia… Please… you just have to sign the papers and leave… yes… no… please? I’m begging here… I know you are pissed… please… really?... oh my god thank you!... I will get Louis to look up a flight for you… I’ll text you the details… Thanks… k bye.” Then he hung up.

“To where from where do I need to look up a flight?”

“To London…” Harry started

I typed it up in my airline app to purchase the ticket, “From where?” I asked and Harry smiled at the floor and looked up to me, “From Toronto.”

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