I stared at him in disbelief.
"How do you know?" I asked Harry, my voice merely a whisper.
Harry had just revealed to me what had happened just a few nights ago in Miami, during their tour. He told me that he suspected, perhaps, maybe, that Niall may have cheated on me.
"I'm not entirely sure. It's just a suspicion. But he was drunk and probably wasn't in the right state of mind when he left with the girl. He probably didn't know what was happening. He doesn't even remember what happened that night when I asked him about it," Harry said, attempting to comfort me.
It just wasn't possible. I trust Niall. He promised me.
I had to lean against the wall for support, feeling slightly overwhelmed.
"I'm sorry," Harry apologized. "I just wanted you to know," he mumbled.
I couldn't even look at Harry. The possibility of Niall sleeping with someone else...
"You're shaking," the green-eyed boy noted, in a concerned voice, pulling me in for a hug, careful not to step on my sprained ankle.
I didn't hug him back, I was in shock. I felt...nothing.
Harry pulled away and pushed my chin up gently with his fingers so that we were at eye level.
"I'm fine," I told him nonchalantly, feeling indifferent.
Niall wouldn't do such a thing.
"Stop lying,"he said softly, brushing my cheek with his thumb softly. "I don't want you to hurt." He looked into my eyes, sadly.
His eyes softened. "Don't worry. I'm fi-"
Harry interrupted me by crashing his lips onto mine, kissing me gently, making me lose my train of thoughts. This was so unexpected that I didn't know how to react. Harry had a big and good heart but I had to stop this before it escalated.
Hence, I placed both of my hands on his chest and gently pushed, until he got the idea and pulled away. I looked down, my forehead on his chin, breathing hard.
"I'm sorry. I can't," I whispered, feeling the strong need to be alone.
"I'm sorry,"I repeated again, forcing my feet to move and walk away from Harry and out the door. I quickly went into the toilet, not looking at anyone else, to collect my thoughts and compose myself. I had to think this through thoroughly.
What should I do?
Should I confront Niall and ask him?
But Harry said Niall was too drunk to remember anything.
And Niall would never do such a thing.
I undid my hair and tied it into a messy bun, not caring how I looked before walking out of the toilet.
As I scanned the area briefly in search of Niall, I saw Zayn getting up from his seat, pushing past the crowd as he made his way towards me.
"Jamie, are you alright?" Zayn asked.
"Yeah," I replied dismissively."Did you see where Niall went?"
"Yeah, I think he's in Simon's office," he replied. "Why?"
"Nothing," I retorted. "I just-I'll see you later, alright?"
He nodded, forehead creased as I walked away.
I briskwalked as fast as my sprained ankle allowed to Simon's office. His assistant wasn't at her desk, probably enjoying herself at the celebration, which made it less troublesome for me. As I got closer to Simon's office, I saw that the frosted glass doors were shut, Niall and Simon were on the other side, having a heated discussion.
I hid behind the wall so they wouldn't see me. Niall was facing me while Simon had his back to me.
"Break up with Jamie? How could do that to her, after all she's been through?"Niall asked, his face crumpled in pain.
"It's the practical thing to do," Simon told him coolly. "Jamie isn't a model like Eleanor, or a professional dancer like Danielle, or a singer like Demi. She's not doing ANYTHING to help with 1D's publicity. You have to to get your priorities straight, Niall. You have to do what's best for the band."
What the f***.
What was Simon saying?!
But I knew Niall would stand up for me. He always did.
Niall sighed loudly, sounding frustrated. "Yeah, you're right."
"She's not gorgeous like a model,neither can she sing. She doesn't have much money. She doesn't have much fame," Niall listed, a resigned look on his face.
I couldn't listen to this anymore.
I slipped away,almost running out, through the crowd, pushing the exit doors open.
I was devastated. How could Simon say all that? How could Niall agree with him? Deep down, I knew they were right-I didn't have much to to offer. All those times where he told me i was beautiful...or when he declared his love for me. Were they all just lies?
I thought Niall didn't care about those things. I guess I was wrong.
I expected Niall to defend me. I was wrong about that too.
What else could I have been wrong about?
I started pacing around,my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Then I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around-nothing. I began to feel uncomfortable-I felt it was as if someone was watching me. The situation was made worse since I was alone here and it was dark and the lighting was poor-I could barely see a thing. I turned around and quickly headed back into the building, where there were many people.
But before I could get there, a hand shot out from behind me and placed a cloth on my mouth, eliciting a scream that was swiftly silenced.The cloth had a horrible stench that invaded my nostrils and made my eyes water. I struggled, trying to get out of this person's strong grasp. But it was useless-he had his arm around my neck, dragging me backwards. I felt myself gradually getting weaker-I tried kicking and elbowing him but my attempts were futile. He was too strong, I couldn't fight him. I tried digging my heels into the ground but my brace hindered me from being able to do that. I could feel my consciousness slipping away, I could feel my eyelids closing even though I tried to force them not to. I couldn't fight any more. Perhaps it was due to the lack of air. I was too weak. I was helpless.
My body was limp-I no longer had control of it he tossed me into a vehicle, I assumed. I landed hard on my chest, knocking the breath out of me. He tied a blindfold over my eyes and a cloth to close my mouth. He tied my hand behind my back,grunting. I yelped out in pain, but the sound was muffled by the cloth he used to gag me. Suddenly, he hit my head hard with a blunt object, making my head pound with pain.Then, as my attacker slid the door closed, I knew that I was was in complete and utter darkness, alone. No light, no air. The last thing I heard was the start of the engine before I completely lost consciousness.