I hate this chapter. I hate everything that happened in it, and I hate how stupid I was to never realize that I had been living in my own big, fat, happy bubble.
Where should I start? Oh yeah, Niall's injury.
You guys were at some kind of makeshift hospital wing behind the stage.
The first-aid team must have already given Niall some painkillers, because he was practicing walking around without falling down. So he could keep performing.
I was worried about Niall, but I was more concerned about you. So I pulled you away from the crowd and asked you if you were okay.
You didn't answer. In fact, you weren't even looking at me. You seemed very interested in your feet.
And the thing I did next is what I regret the most.
I kissed you.
Or tried to, at least. As soon as my lips touched yours, you backed away and told me to stop.
You said that maybe, we shouldn't see each other anymore. Forget that we had...whatever we had.
Then you left.
Did you only see me as a little girl? Just another Fan? Why did you give me that granola bar, then? Why did you smirk at me?
What did we have?
So many questions. Questions that I'll never know the answer too.
That's a depressing thought.
I returned back to my seat. After a while, the concert started again.
The next song was Story of My Life.
The story of my life, I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm
And time...is frozen
That's when I realized. That song is the story of my life. About me and you. I 'spent your love' until you were broken inside.
It killed me. I couldn't stop the tears.
Crying in the front seat of a One Direction concert.
I wonder if you noticed. Even if you did, would you have cared? No.
And when you got to your solo, I couldn't stand it anymore. I stood up and left. Just like that.