~A/n the song for this chapter is Sultans Of Swing by Dire Straits.
I woke up the next morning with a pretty bad migraine. I was hungover, but it wasn't that bad where I felt like I had to puke everything out of my system. I was fine after taking some anti-migraine pills and drinking an entire water bottle.
I heard the shower running in the bathroom and I realized that I wasn't so drunk last night. As I sat down at the kitchen table I remembered everything that happened. From that argument I had with Niall, to the drunk man at the bar, and to Harry driving me back to the mot and getting me into bed as I thought about how Niall didn't care as much as I cared.
My heart sank in my chest at the thought of it but began to beat rapidly when Niall came out of the shower shirtless, the white motel towel wrapped around his waist. His v-line was so protruding, and boy did he have abs. He caught me looking at him as he took a pair of boxers, black jeans, and a white t-shirt.
"Good morning," he said to me. I didn't say anything back. I was too upset about last night and the way he treated me. He noticed, and let out a deep breath before going back to the bathroom.
I got up to pack my bag. I didn't really take out much, just my FBI clothes and my hairbrush. When I put them in and zipped my bag closed, I felt arms snake around my waist and a chin rest upon my right shoulder. The minty aroma filled my nostrils and I knew it was Niall. Though, who else could it be, really?
"Hey," he said. "I'm really sorry about last night. You know I didn't mean those things. I'm sorry if I hurt you. It's just that with all of this crap going on it's very important to stay safe. I don't want to lose you, you know?"
Why was he doing this? Did he really think I was that stupid? I squirmed out of his hold and looked him dead in the eyes.
"Stop," I snapped. "Stop leading me on. I'm not some doll you can play with."
"What? What are you talking about?" Niall asked. His eyes were full of confusion, but I wasn't falling for it.
"You know exactly what. You yell at me one day and then apologize the next, and you expect me to believe in your lies. That is not happening. I'm smart enough to know a player when I see one. Now pack up and let's hit the road." I picked up my bag and made my way to the car, putting on my jacket in the process. I sat in the Riviera while I waited for Niall to check us out.
When he finally walked out of the main entrance I saw he had an upset look on his face. He wasn't mad, just upset. But honestly, who knows with his sudden mood swings. Just as he took his seat on the front I saw a familiar black car pull up next to ours. A smile grew on my face and I leaped out of the car.
"Harry!" I exclaimed.
I saw the boy with the chocolate curls exit his car as he walked over to me and gave me a hug.
"Hey," he said. "How are you?"
"I'm okay. Thanks for saving me last night." I whispered the last part so Niall wouldn't hear. If he heard he would have had a breakdown.
"It wasn't a problem. Hey, Niall!"
"Hey, buddy!" Niall said with a grin. "How've you been?"
"I've been great, actually. How's your family holding up?" Harry said.
"They're fine, thank you. I see that you have already met."
"Yes, Robin came to the bar last night. Drank five beers. Haha, it was actually pretty funny."
"Hey," I joked, mockingly punching him in the arm. "I wasn't that* funny."
"Yes, you were," Harry said with a laugh. "You should have seen yourself. You almost fell when you got off from the stool."
Harry and I laughed at last night though Niall just chuckled along softly with a fake smile.
"So, I see you're continuing your journey," Harry pointed out.
"Yeah," Niall said. "We need to get going, actually. I want us to get as close to San Antonia as possible in a day's journey."
"All right," Harry said. "I won't be keeping you guys. Have a safe trip!"
"Thanks, Hazz. Be careful out here."
The guys gave each other one of those man hugs, and then Harry came over to hug me.
"Remember," he whispered to me, "that Remiel prefers the name Liam."
"Liam? Why Liam?" I asked.
"I know, he says he thinks it is a nice name. Take care, okay? And don't let Niall bring you down. I know that he sometimes has that effect on people, especially when he's worried about something."
"How did you know Niall upset me?" Seriously, though. Was it that obvious?
"You seemed pissed at him when I arrived a moment ago. I kind of guessed that it wasn't because he did the deed wrong last night."
I thanked Harry and he kissed me on the cheek, telling me to stay safe on the road. I got into Niall's car and we took off further down the road. We didn't have breakfast though I really wasn't hungry anyway. During the ride, it was really awkward between the two of us as if our argument was more than just about him leading me on. From time to time I saw Niall look at me from the corner of my eye, and every time he did he let out a small breath. I did my best to ignore him by looking straight ahead. When we were in the next town he spoke up.
"Listen, Robin," Niall said. "When I apologized to you this morning, I really did mean it when I said I was sorry. What can I do to make you believe me?"
"Pull over, I'm starving," was all that I said.
Niall pulled the car over to a little diner in a small town three hours from Rockcastle County. I got really hungry during those few hours, and I was sure I could eat everything they had on the menu. But I didn't do that, and instead I ordered a hamburger, a large fries and a large cup of soda. I knew that this was a bit cliche, but I really needed to eat my feelings. Though Niall ordered my than me.
I could tell that he wanted to talk to me, but I didn't feel like it. I mean, I really did want to talk to him, but I was just too upset. Though I didn't know how, I wanted him to prove that he was sorry. I didn't really care how, I just needed to know he actually meant what he said.
In the middle of the meal, my phone rang out. It was Kayla. For some reason, I couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong. But I knew that I was overreacting. This mission had gotten me superstitious about even the smallest things. I answered my phone.
"Hey," I said.
"Oh my gosh!" Kayla exclaimed from the other end. "Robin! How've you been? We haven't talked in what seems like forever!"
"Hey, Kayla. What's up?"
No matter how ecstatic I tried sounding, I knew that it didn't work on her.
"Robin, what's wrong?" Kayla asked.
"Nothing," I said. Unfortunately my lie was not so convincing.
"No, something is wrong. Can you please tell me what happened?"
"I don't really wanna talk about it. Can we have a conversation about something else?"
Kayla sighed and said, "Fine. What do you want to talk about?"
"How are things at the diner?" I asked.
"Lonely. Adam hasn't shown for work since last week. I tried contacting him but he wouldn't answer my texts and his phone goes straight to voice mail. Has he contacted you recently?"
"I actually talked to him that other day when you texted me," I bluffed. "He told me he's moving to China for his dad. Adam's dad is really sick. So there is no way to contact him. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, it just slipped out of my mind because of all the fun I'm having, I guess." Adam's dad worked as a chef in a fancy restaurant somewhere in China, something that Adam used to talk about all the time. I felt really bad about lying that his dad was ill, but I had nothing else made up. It was either this or the truth, and I knew that telling Kayla the truth will result in her not believing me one bit.
"But why didn't he tell me?" Kayla questioned. I believed I heard a tint of jealousy in her question.
"He wanted me to tell you, but I forgot. Sorry."
"Oh, it's all right. Do you know for how long he's going to be there?"
"No one knows, not even Adam."
"All right," she said. "I hope his dad gets better soon. So, where are you guys?"
"We're in Kentucky," I told her. Finally, something I didn't need to lie about. "We're going all the way to Texas."
"Where in Texas?"
"Oh, that's cool. If you see my cousin, Maria, say 'hi' to her for me."
"Sure, not a problem," I promised.
We said our good-byes then and I hung up. I turned to Niall out of habit, and I saw him half-heartily dip a fry into his ketchup. I felt a bit of guilt for yelling at him. I just wanted to teach him a lesson of how to not mess with a girl. We continued to eat our lunch in silence.
But Niall broke it.
"Robin," he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry. Really. I meant what I said earlier at the motel. I shouldn't have acted like that last night. You're a free human being, and I shouldn't set rules for you. I'm truly, madly, deeply sorry."
I let out a breath before looking at him into his eyes. I saw guilt in those beautiful blue orbs, and I just melted.
"I forgive you," I told him. "But only if you forgive me for acting like a total bitch this morning. I shouldn't have snapped like that."
"It's not a problem, love," Niall said with a smile. Ugh, his smile. It made me crumble into tiny pieces.
But this did not clear up for him playing me.
By the time it was dark we were all the way in Wayne, Kentucky. We stayed at a motel that was right next to the bar. We booked for the night and settled in with some quiet music. Then, a phone rang out. It wasn't mine, I was sure of it. It was Niall's.
"Hello," Niall answered. There was some talking on the other end- anxious talking, by the sound of it- and Niall's eyes went wide in shock. "What the hell are you talking about! When did this happen?"
There was some more talking which I couldn't understand. It sounded like a woman's cry.
Niall looked like he was about to break down any second. Honestly, what was going on?
"Damn, it, mom!" he exclaimed. "Why?"
"Mom, calm down," Niall said. "We can arrange everything when I get back. Okay? Just, hold on. You can't look weak in front of Greg. Show him that he needs to be strong." He told her that he needed to go and hung up the phone after exchanging "I love you's. Niall looked broken. His beautiful face wore a huge frown, making him seem so weak and vulnerable.
"Niall, what's wrong?" I asked softly when he was done talking.
"Do you want to go out for a beer?" Niall asked, his voice strained.
"Sure," I replied.
I shrugged on my jacket and followed him out the door and to the bar next to the motel. He ordered two beers and put his head in his hands. Whatever it was, it was eating him on the inside. My curiosity got the best of me, and I asked.
"Niall, do you want to talk about it?" I asked carefully.
He looked up to me, trying so hard not to cry. His face was red, and a second later he let it all out. Niall started to bawl like a child, and he buried his face into my shoulder.
"My dad- *sob*- had a - *sob*- heart- *sob* attack."
A/n Hi. Sorry for such a short chapter. I guess you can call this a filler.
Also, sorry for killing off Bobby, even though we haven't heard from him since the beginning. Oops. But yah know, things are just meant to be like that. Even in an alternate universe fanfiction people die.
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