So much drama.
His shoulders were slumped, his hands in his pockets.
I crossed my arms, expecting an explanation. "No. No. You're not serious." I scoffed at the idea. There was no way. After everything we'd been through. I've never been so sure about anything in my life. I was completely in love with him. Nothing would ever change that. "Are you?"
When he finally looked up to face me, his face was one of defeat. No, he wasn't joking. I needed to sit down. I needed to lie down. I would but we were in the middle of the road - no passing cars since it was very late at night or early in the morning - and I wouldn't want this to be a depiction of a scene from The Notebook. Although I felt like I'd been hit by a car. I had to breathe.
"I care a lot about you. Which is why I have to let you go. Being around me puts you in danger. And it kills me that whatever I do, I can't seem to keep you safe when all I want to do is to protect you. If I had to choose between the band and you-"
"You just did," I told him icily, turning on my heels to walk away. A second later and he'd watch me break into a million pieces, his personal soap opera. Hold it together. It's not the end of the world. You'll live through this. You don't need Niall Horan. You're life was fine before he came into your life. You're strong.
Who are you kidding? Your life before Niall was barely a life. Niall made your life seem like heaven. Every moment spent with him was worth all the pain you went through. You can't live without him. You need him.
Stop. Turn around. Convince him otherwise. It's you and him, always and forever. You have and always will love him. You can't let him get away this time. It's not gonna be that easy. This wasn't something you could get over. This was the real thing.
I spun around, determined to march up to Niall and challenge his decision which was stupid. I'd scream my head off to make him listen. I needed him. I needed to make him understand that.
It was a split second decision. I didn't think. I didn't need to think.
" I care a lot about you."
I am desperately in love you.
"I have to let you go."
Stay. Don't go.
"...puts you in danger."
That's true. You need to do this.
Yes, anything to protect you.
"If I had to choose..."
I can't choose. I must.
Don't walk away.
Let her walk away. It's better like this.
I watch, in despair as she moves further away. The look on her face...I was seconds away from giving up.
Then she comes to an abrupt stop.
She's turning around. Jesus, she's turning around.
A loud noise distracts me. Something was approaching fast from my right, lights flashing, horns blaring. I put up my hand, as if that would protect me.
It hits me hard from the front, certainly bruising my ribs. I flew back onto the pavement, the back of my head bouncing against the ground. I wait for the excruciating pain to come or for unconsciousness to take over. Yet, it doesn't.
A crowd has gathered near the car. I am a few feet away, watching the commotion unfold.
"Call the paramedics!" a woman yells frantically. I blink my eyes repeatedly, pressing my palm to my forehead as I stumble to my feet.
I squint my eyes to clear my vision. Across the road.
Jamie. Where's Jamie?