Crossroads

It's hard, dating the famous Niall Horan. But it gets only harder when your new bestfriend Zayn Malik loves you, more than just friends. After one crazy night you discover that deep inside, you want the same. Secret kissing, crying and lying becomes part of your life. How to deal with all this? But more importantly, how to choose?

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16. Pain and Paparazzi


OMG YOU GUYS  I WENT TO THE 1D CONCERT IN HOLLAND AND IT WAS AMAZING!! I CRIED AND I SCREAMED AND I SANG ALONG, BEST NIGHT EVEEEEER!!!! LIAM EVEN WAVED AT ME :D       now onto the story XD

 

POV Liz

"Come on Louis! Can't you drive faster?" I yelled, grabbing his arm. "I'm trying too! Calm down, we will make it in time!" We were on our way to the place Niall was. Or at least, where I thought he was. After I had that bright moment, we all jumped in the car. Louis was driving, I was in the passenger seat, and Liam in the backseat. The others stayed home, in case Niall decided to come back. We had to get there fast, before Niall did anything stupid. Out of nowhere Louis hit the brakes, and all my hope faded away. We ended up in a huge traffic jam, the car couldn't even move 1 inch forward. Louis slammed the horn in frustation. "Are you kidding me?" It didn't look very good, we were never going to make it in time. There was only one option.. Liam saw the look on my face, and he immediatly understood what I was thinking. "Go." "But it's like two miles!" "You can do it, Liz! We'll be right behind you." And so, I jumped out of the car, and started running as fast as I could. The people on the street gave me a weird look, not only because I was running, but also because I had a familiar face now. That's why it was only a matter of time before the paparazzi would be here. Another reason to run even faster. I turned a corner and ran past Victoria Station. There it was, the Starbucks were Niall and I had our first date, after we'd bumped into each other. I didn't know why, but I had the feeling he would be there. I took a last sprint, and finally arrived, trying to catch my breath. I looked through the window of the Starbucks, but I didn't see him. "LIZ? IS THAT YOU?" I turned around, to see where the voice came from. There he was, on the other side of the road. Cars were passing by every two seconds with a lot of noise, so I had to scream really loud. "NIALL! I'M SO SORRY FOR WHAT HAPPENED!" The photographers arrived, taking pictures of us with no shame. I didn't think they understood what was going on. "WHAT?? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" "GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" I gestured him to cross the road, and he did. If only he'd looked both ways before crossing... It was like everything went in slowmotion. The honk of a truck, the frightened expression on Niall's face, and the truck that hit him, making him fall to the ground. I was completely frozen. Louis and Liam arrived at last, witnessing what had just happened. That got me out of my trance, and I pushed myself past the crowd that gathered around the lifeless body of the boy that I loved the most in the whole world. When I saw him, I dropped down on my knees, still in complete disbelief. I wasn't a religious person, but at that moment the only thing I could do was pray. Pray that Niall wouldn't leave me. I was vaguely aware of the paparazzi still taking photo's, Liam's hand on my shoulder, and Louis screaming for somebody to call an ambulance. I think you don't realise how much you love someone, until you are about to lose them..

POV Harry

My hands were in my hair, pulling on my curls, as I was desperately trying to hold back the tears. I had to be strong, for Louis. If I cry, he cries too, and I can't stand the sight of that. One time, when I cried during a sad scene in a movie, Louis started crying too when he walked in and saw me, without even knowing the reason why. He was sitting next to me with his face buried in his hands on the floor of the hospital hallway, our backs against the wall, waiting for the doctor to give us some news about Niall. It was night by now. I almost fainted when I got that phone call from Liam, poor little Nialler. He didn't deserve this. I think Billy Joel was right when he said 'Only the good die young.' No, I can't think like that, Niall isn't going to die! In a couple of minutes, he will walk through that door, goofing around as always. I looked at the people across from me on the plastic chairs . Everyone always reacted differently when something bad happened. Liam had closed his eyes, a sign that he was really stressed out, Dani silently crying into his chest. It looked like Zayn was asleep, but I knew he was watching Liz through his eyelashes. We all kept an eye on her. After the accident, she turned into this zombie, staring blankly ahead of her, no emotion showing. I tried to talk to her, but she didn't respond to any of us, not even Zayn. I was watching her trembling hands, when suddenly she shot up, looking at the door on my right side. I turned my head, and there was the doctor, a clipboard in his hands. I got up too, pulling Louis along with me. "Are you family of Mister Horan?" He asked no-one in particular. "Sort of.." Louis responded. I grabbed his hand, and he squeezed it, comforting me immediatly. "Well, he is steady for now, he is no longer in danger. He has some serious injuries, and he broke his leg. The operation went well, he is knocked out because of the narcosis. We will monitor him tonight, and if everything goes well, you can visit him first thing in the morning." We all just stared at him with wide eyes. "Why can't we see him now?" Dani asked. "He is still too weak, and we have to fix him up a little more. I'm sorry, standard procedure." "Thank you, doctor." He nodded, before walking away. "Let's go home then.." Liam said. At that moment, Liz turned her humanity switch back on, and started screaming. "NO NO NO! I HAVE TO SEE HIM! I HAVE TO.. I can't.. no Niall.." Zayn and Liam had to hold her back, because she was trying to get to the door. She was kicking and waving her arms. After a few seconds, she stopped and turned limp in their arms. I walked over to her and put both hands on her cheeks, forcing her to look at me. "Listen to me Liz.. LISTEN TO ME! You can't stay here! You need to go home and get some rest. We can't help him right now, do you understand me?" She nodded, a single tear escaped her eyes. That was the first time she cried since the accident. "Alright, come on then." I said. 

POV Zayn

It's funny how interesting the ceiling of my bedroom can be when I can't sleep. It wasn't  the first time one of us got injured, it wasn't the first time I almost lost somebody I truely love, but it was the first time I saw Liz like that. She's been sad before, but this was completely new to me. It was also the first time I was actually confronted with the fact that she loves him, and not me. I wondered how she would've acted when it was me in the hospital. Would she have been as devastated as she was now? It was really egocentric of me, but deep down inside, there was a hope that she would've been. I've been lying here for two hours, and all I could think about was me me me. I needed some air. I got up and walked in the livingroom, wearing nothing but my sweatpants. I was suprised when I found Liz there, curled up on the couch, watching an old episode of Friends. I cleared my throat, and she turned her head. A small smile formed, but her eyes were still wet from the tears. "Hi Zaynie.." My heart jumped. It did, everytime she called me that. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep?" I asked her. "I can't sleep without him." She whispered. I finally had a good look at the room, and I noticed some odd things. First of all, Liz was wearing one of Niall's sweater, her face almost buried in it, taking in his scent, which seemed to calm her down. Second thing I noticed, was the open magazine on the table. I picked it up, and I recognised a picture of me. I looked closer and read the title of the article; The love triangle. There was a picture of me and Liz in eachothers arms, sleeping in the back of a car. I remember Harry posting it on Instagram. There was also a picture of Niall and Liz, covered in flour, smiling bright. And then there were some pictures from the last two days. Me and her dancing together, completely drunk, with Niall in the background, clearly holding in his anger. Another one of Liz running, and one where Liz and Niall are on opposite sides of the road. I almost choked on my spit when I saw the last one. It was a picture of Niall lying on the road, a stream of blood running down his face, and Liz kneeling beside him. I didn't have to read the article to know what was in there. I looked back at Liz. "Have you read it?" She nodded her head, that blank expression still visible. "The press has officially gone mad." She chuckled "Most of what they are writing is true, though.." I sighed and sank down next to her on the couch. "I wonder how the fans are going to react." "Oh please, I don't care about their opinion anymore, Ziz has gotten completely out of hand already, it's even bigger than Larry! But Niall.." She then broke down and started sobbing, creating two tiny rivers on her face. "Oh honey.." I pulled her close, stroking her hair. "What if he's still mad at me? What if he never wants to see me again? What if he.. dies?" she said, her voice slightly smothered. "Shhh don't worry, Niall will be fine. Everything will be.. The two of you are perfect for eachother, you guys are like Monica and Chandler!" I said, referring to Friends, still playing in the background. "What am I saying, you're even better than Monica and Chandler. You belong together." That made her laugh just a little. "You really think so?" "I do, and that's coming from me." And I truly meant it, even though it killed me inside. "Zayn?" "Yes, love?" "I don't wanna be alone tonight." "You don't have to be." I turned off the tv, picked her up and carried her to my bedroom, gently laying her in my bed. I layed next to her and got under the covers. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her as close as I could, we were now facing eachother, our noses slightly touching. "I will keep you safe." I whispered slowly. I could feel her hot breath on my face. She stirred a little, making her lips brush against mine. We both didn't move, our lips still connected. It felt like my heart was on a trampoline. She pulled back, only to kiss me really softly a few seconds later. My breathing became very irregular, and she noticed, because she stopped, her bottomlip sliding against my upperlip before letting go completely. It was still silent, apart from our breathing. I closed the small gap between our lips again, It was nothing like our first kiss at the beach, there was no sexual tension in the air, this was us, this was our relation. This was our way of saying; I care. It didn't need to be passionate, or rough, or leading to anything. This kiss was slow, soft and affectionate, our lips barely even touching. After a few stolen kisses, she rested her head in the crook of my neck. I felt her heartbeat on my chest, her warm hands burning on my bare skin. I didn't think it was possible, but the love I had for that girl, grew to a point where it was more than friendship and lust, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I blocked the fact that it was never going to happen, and fell asleep with the girl of my dreams in my arms, how it should be.

 

*A/N Heeellooo everyone! You might have noticed the photo with the songtitle. That's something new I was planning on doing, finding a photo and a songtitle that fits the chapter perfectly, as an addition to the image I want to create when writing it. If you can't see it, don't worry, it's not that important for the story, I thought it might be fun! I had a hard time writing this chapter, because I can relate to the waiting in the hospital, (almost) losing someone you love, and the pain Liz feels inside. I wish I had someone like Zayn back then. Anyways, How do you like this chapter?? Please let me know! XOXO

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