Things I can't

Travelling all around the world, Harry left Hayley with only her eyes to wipe, untold words, a broken promise and a shattered heart.
But some things can't be erased : a past full of memories she'd rather forget but always will cherish, and an indelible mark, bonding them, forever will remain.
Three little words engraved in her skin and meaningless now that he's gone.


9. Run Away

Haley's POV

As I walked through the streets filled with people of New York,
hypnotized by all what was around me; my phone rang, which took me out of my thoughts. It was Tamara. When I saw her name on the screen of my phone a wide smile appeared on my face. I quickly answered.

"Hi Bestie!" I said excited.
"Hi, how are you ?" she said as excited as me.
"I'm fine and you ?"
"I'm good but it's only been a few days since you left and I already miss you, it's not the same here without you, I'm so bored."
"Aw, I miss you too. Don't worry one month goes by quickly, I would soon return."
"Thank goodness for that ! I would die otherwise."
"Haha. What are you doing ?"
"I'm watching TV, I have nothing else to do. And you ?"
"I'm visiting Manhattan."
"Manhattan ?! Seriously ?!" I heard her screaming in the phone.
"Yes. Why ?"
I immediately guessed that there was something she didn't dare to tell me.
"Tamara, say what you wanted to tell me."
"I'm afraid of your reaction," she said in a whisper. 
I raised my eyebrows.
"Seriously Tamara? Come on;you can tell me all."
"Okay. Hum... I heard that One Direction are in New-York. Did you see them?" she said happily but a bit anxious of my reaction.
Should I tell her everything? Should I tell her that I was in the same hotel as them; that seeing Harry had put me in a bad state; that I spoke all morning with Niall ... After a few seconds of silence I answered, "I heard about that too... But I haven't seen them..." I felt a wave of guilt overrunning me. It would have been too long to explain everything. I wasn't ready to talk about it anyway. I will explain to her everything later.
As I didn't speak, Tamara broke the silence.
"Ok. Are you okay Hal' ?" she asked.
"Oh yes, sorry, I was in my thoughts. I have to hang up but I'll call as soon as possible, I will have lots to tell you," I said quickly.
"About what ?"
"Not now. I can't. But I promise to you you'll know soon. Bye sweetie. Love you. Take care."
"Oh ok. Love you too babe."
And I hung up.

I felt bad but I didn't have time to feel sorry for myself. Indeed, without realizing it, I found myself in the middle of hysterical fans. And unfortunately for me it was the directioners, which meant they were not far; that HE wasn't far. 
I tried to make my way out of the crowd of girls; I didn't want to stay there. 
So I finally reached the front of the crowd but when I finally could leave, someone grabbed my arm. It was one of the security men. 

"Where are you going? You must stay with other fans behind the barriers."
I huffed in exasperation. "Let me go, I'm not a fan!" 
"Of course! You can't even imagine the number of girls who have told me that. I'm not fooled."
"I said let me go! I just want to leave and go to my hotel!" I spat, angry.
"Let her, please. I know her, don't worry." I heard a voice behind me say.

The man dropped my arm, and I turned around to thank Niall. He replied me with a smile. It was then that I saw Harry leave the building behind him. Our eyes met. Oh shit, I thought. I quickly turned around to run away before he realized that it was me but it was too late. I could hear him running behind me, yelling my name.



Niall's POV

When I saw her run away I immediately realized what was happening; Harry was behind me.
And then I saw him running after her, screaming her name. I couldn't let him do that. She really didn't need the return of Harry in her life, at least not yet; she was still too fragile. So I ran to catch up with Harry. When I arrived at his level, I grabbed his arm.. Once he was stopped he looked at me with daggers in his eyes.


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