I'm sorry.. I had skipped an entire chapter. please go back one chapter. thank you.. this is for the readers of 1-4-13
“Stop!” I yelled after a second, trying to process what was happening. Liam hit Niall, and now they were rolling around on the floor, yelling at each other.
“Niall! Liam! Get off of each other!”
I reached down and tugged at Niall’s shirt, seeing Zayn and Louis push through the forming crowd to pull them apart. When Niall had been split up from Liam, I rushed Niall to the bathroom, noticing his bloody nose. It was quite disgusting, and I felt terrible. I was in the middle of this; I had caused two friends to fight.
“Ouch, Jenny that hurts.” Niall said as I dabbed at his nose.
“I know Niall….I’m sorry.” I said, continuing. Tears started to roll down his face, and I pulled away in shock. “Niall? Are you alright? Did it really hurt that bad?”
“I love you.” He said, slurring his words and sobbing violently.
“You what?” He was drunk; terribly drunk. He doesn’t really love me.
“I love you, Jenny. And I hate how Liam has been trying to get you to like him, and I just-I love you.” He said again. He wiped his nose clean with a wet paper towel and then dried himself.
“And, I guess it’s okay if you don’t love me, but I’ve liked you for so long, and I’ve missed you, and I just-
“I love you too.” I blurted out.
It was completely true what I was saying. I did love Niall, and I didn’t like Liam. Now was just as good of a time to tell him as any. A smile came across his face, showing some blood on his teeth.
“Really?” I nodded, grabbing his hand.
“Yeah. I never liked Liam.” I said quietly, taking another towel and wiping the blood away. He sighed in relief, wrapping his arms around my waist, he leaned in again like he did on the dance floor, and connected his lips with mine.
A mixture of alcohol, blood and cologne filled my nose, and I wasn’t sure if anything we just said would be remembered because of the drinks we had, but right then, I didn’t care. A load of stress had been lifted off of my shoulders when his lips connected with mine. It felt right.
I woke up the next morning to my phone blaring some stupid ass ringtone. I wanted to shoot the phone.
“Hello?” I said angrily. “Uh…Jenny?” It was Liam. He talked shakily, as if he was scared.
“What is it Liam?”
“Did I really hit Niall last night?” He asked, fear in his voice.
“After grinding on me, yeah you did.” I said bluntly. I never talked like this to anyone, even if I was annoyed; I had a hangover, for sure.
“Liam, we were all drunk.” I said, not really wanting to talk. My bed was so warm and comfortable, not to mention quiet.
“Can we talk in person?” He said quietly. “I really want to talk this over with you.” I felt my head begin to pound.
“Sure. Come on over.” I said even though I felt the need to tell him to shut up and let me sleep. I guess I needed to talk with him; I needed to tell him that I liked Niall. I was flattered that he liked me, but I didn’t have feelings for him like I did for the boy I had been friends with my whole life.
Liam came over quickly, walking in quietly. “Niall still asleep?” He whispered. I nodded, closing the door. I doubted he would be up anytime soon, since he had more drinks than I did. I took a deep breath, looking Liam in the eyes.
“Liam, I kissed Niall last night.”
“You what?” He said quickly, obviously upset. His eyebrows were coming together and he took a step closer to me.
“I love Niall, and I know you like me. You’re nice and we have a lot in common, but I just don’t see you that way.” I said, feeling like a huge bitch.
I was being straight forward, which was something I never do; it’s the fucking hangover. Liam stood there awkwardly, staring at the floor and then looking up at me. “I understand.” That was unexpected. I sighed.
“Don’t be. I shouldn’t have come on to you when I thought Niall liked you. Its fine, I guess.” He said with a weak smile and went for the door.
“Wait, did you want to talk about last night?”
“Not now.” He said, chuckling a little. “It’s fine. See you later Jenny.” And with that, he left. I heard shuffling around upstairs, and then steps coming down the stairs slowly.
“What was that loud bang?” Niall whispered. I giggled, thinking about how many drinks Niall had compared to me; he would be whispering for the rest of the day.
“It was Liam. I told him I loved you.” I said, feeling his stare bore into the back of my head until I turned around.
“You told him that?” He said, surprised. He walked toward the counter where I was, leaning against it.
“Yeah. I did. He’s going to back off.” I said, smiling a little. He sighed out loud and smiled.
“Thank God, now you’re mine.” I giggled as he came up to me and wrapped me in a hug.
* 1 Week Later
We all went out to the movies, planning it ahead of time to make sure we were all free. Harry had handed Niall and I some money to collect all the food we would be eating and he went to get tickets with Zayn. Louis Liam went to the bathroom while Niall started choosing candy.
“Skittles, Crunch bars; oh don’t forget Sour Patch Kids.”
“What about cookie dough bites? Yes, those are good…and a big ass tub of popcorn.” Niall said, pointing to the candy and at the popcorn.
“Extra butter please.” I said, handing over the money and stepping to the side with Niall. He kissed my temple and slipped his hand into mine.
“Excited for the movie?” He whispered as the candy began to stack up. I nodded, feeling butterflies in my stomach from his breath on my hair, his cologne in my nose and his hand in mine.
“Which movie is it?” He shrugged. “Who cares, we get some kick ass food to go with it though.” He said chuckling a little.
We all headed into the theatre, sitting in one big row in the front. As the movie started, I realized it was a scary movie. Fuck. I jumped at every scene and even though Niall’s arm was around me and he whispered in my ear every once in awhile to tell me it was okay, I wasn’t okay.
I began shaking uncontrollably, and I couldn’t hold the popcorn for too much longer. “You alright?” Harry whispered, worried.
“No.” I said. “My hands…” I felt tears sting my eyes as I tried to control myself unsuccessfully.
Harry nodded at Louis and then took my hands in his, telling Niall he had to talk to me. Niall nodded, continuing to watch the movie as I bum-rushed the door and went out to the front, having Louis wrap his arm around me.
“You’ll be okay, Jenny.” Louis said, kissing the top of my head gently.
“I-I can’t even hold a popcorn container anymore. I can’t hold my c-c-camera either.” I said, feeling tears fill my eyes.
“Jenny, you need to tell your administrator. Tell him you can’t do it anymore.” Harry said.
“No, Harry, this is my dream.” I said, looking at him.
He looked heartbroken, sadness filled in his eyes. “Jenny, if you can’t hold a camera, you can’t do your dream right now.” He said softly. “You need to stop. At least for a little while, see if you get better. And, I think it’s time you tell Niall.” I contemplated for a while, but realized he was right; I had to take a break, and it was time for Niall to know.
“Jenny, are you sure you want to stop now?”
“I’m sorry; I just need a break for a little while. I need to get better to see if I can even hold a camera again.” I said, trying not to cry in front of my administrator.
This sucked. I had to quit temporarily. He sighed, nodding finally. “Alright. I hope to see you back here.”
I nodded standing and leaving quickly. I had to go tell Niall, I promised Harry I would. I was extremely nervous when I walked into our flat, seeing Niall watching football on the couch in just some sweatpants and a SnapBack. Shit, he just had to look good.
“Niall?” I said. He looked over at me and smiled.
“Hey Jenny!” “I need to talk to you.” I said, feeling my hands begin to shake. My legs were tightening as I struggled to keep control.
“You alright?” He said, standing up and walking over to me, grabbing my hands. He looked down at them and then at my eyes, trying to read me. “Jenny, you’re shaking like a leaf.”
“I-I- I can’t.” I stuttered, losing control of my legs and collapsing to the floor. I couldn’t breathe, my throat was closing quickly. I was hyperventilating and things began blacking out, like tunnel vision.
“Jenny?! I’m calling the ambulance!” He said, holding me up and grabbing his phone out of his pocket. “Jenny! Don’t leave me!” He yelled, just as I blacked out.
I woke up in the hospital with Niall holding my no longer shaking hand. “Niall?” He looked at me with watery blue eyes, breaking my heart some more.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had ALS?” He whispered. I froze, remembering what had happened.
“Niall, I had come home to tell you-“
“You didn’t tell me anything, Jenny.” Niall said, angry. He was seriously angry at me? I couldn’t help having this disease.
“Niall, I was going to tell you! I was going to tell you today!”
“You didn’t tell me before that though! Everyone knew but me and Liam!” He said, storming out with tears falling.
I was frozen. I couldn’t believe that Niall was mad at me. I was going to tell him, but I didn’t know how to. I felt the need to cry right as Harry walked in, looking around.
“He left.” I said quietly, holding back the tears.
“Well, the doctor said you could leave. Do you need a ride?” He said, oblivious to the fact that Niall had left and I was close to crying. I nodded, getting out of the bed and following him to the car.
He drove me home, telling me that I would be okay and that I would get better, that this was just an episode. I couldn’t listen to him, because I wasn’t sure what to expect when I got back to the flat. When Harry pulled up, I got out of the car, and looked up to the window where our flat was. It was dark. No flashing from the TV, or a light from the lamp; utter darkness.
This wasn’t going to be good.