Holding On (1SHOT41D)

My entry for the 1SHOT41D competition, I have already entered one, it's called I Remember You. Please read!


1. Holding On

It was Valentine's Day, and by far, the worst Valentine's Day I had ever experienced. My boyfriend, Liam, had broken up with me last week. Why? I don't even know. Something about 'I'm sorry, love, but it's just not working out for either of us'. I didn't understand. When the fan hate got me down, he would always tell me that we could work throught it, so why couldn't we anymore? He was always the one that was there to help me when it seemed like the rest of the world didn't even realise I existed. Liam taught mt how to love, how to trust, how to forgive, then he couldn't even come face-to-face with me to break the news. Yep. He called it off over the phone. The paparazzi or fans hadn't worked it out yet, and I didn't want them too. When they found out, who was I going to turn to?

As if the TV had some sort of telepathic power, when I turned it on, our break-up was the headliner of every gossip channel and every news channel. Have you ever noticed that exactly when you're trying to forget something, it starts popping up here, there and everywhere? Well, yeah. That kind of sums it up. I wanted to forget my relationship with him, I wanted to forget all the dates he ever took me on, I want to forget everything. But there was one particular thing, and I didn't know whether I wanted to forget it or not.


Did I want to forget him? Was it him that I wanted to forget, or did I want to forget how my heart beat ten times faster when I saw him? I didn't know. Maybe I only wanted to forget the feelings that I had for him.

As I battled with myself, I turned around and began to walk up the stairs. It was 12:30 in the afternoon and I was still in my pyjamas, my bed wasn't made, and one look in the mirror almost made me scream. I looked frightful. But I guess you couldn't blame me, I had after all, spent the whole night in bed, face-down on my pillow sobbing. My eyes were red and puffy and my hair stuck out in every possible direction.

I stared at myself and thought. Maybe holding on to love was better than letting go and falling into an abyss. Maybe if I held on, love would come back for me, someone who would hold on to my hand forever. As they always say, if you were truly meant to be together, he would come crawling back, and if he didn't it just wasn't meant to be.

But he hadn't crawled back after five whole days.

I grabbed some clothes and chucked them onto my unmade bed, walking into my ensuite and showering. I let the warm water drizzle down my back and tug at my brown hair, transforming it into an almost black kind of colour.

As I got changed I heard a knock at the door.

'Coming!' I called, fighting to fix the zipper on my jeans.

I ran down the stairs and opened the door, greeted by an icy gust of wind and a mailman.

'Package for Miss DeLanough?' he said, saying it more like a question than a statement.

'That's me.' I took the package from his hands and signed the confirmation contract. The mailman grunted and turned around. Looked like the London weather had gotten to his head. I looked at the package.

It was thin and papery, but it wouldn't be a letter. No one would send a letter in a package. They would use an envelope. I stared at it quizzically before tearing it open and shaking it upside-down. Out floated a VIP concert ticket and a note. The note read:

Hey, Leigh.

Liam's dying inside without you. Please come to our concert and just hear him out. Please. You know that you miss him. We are going on tour. It might be your final chance to win him back.

-Niall xx

I drew in a deep breath. The concert date was Febraury 14th. It was that night. I needed to start getting ready.

That night.

I watched the concert from the front row. Towards the end, when Niall saw me, he grinned and mouthed 'Thank you'. I just gave him a thumbs up in return.

'Thanks so much to everyone for coming! We love you all, and good night!' Harry spoke into the microphone. It was time for me to face Liam.

As I walked backstage, my palms grew sweaty. I was nervous. Niall had set all this up, not Liam. What if I was rejected?

Liam looked away from the fan he was talking to.

'Excuse me for a second.' he pardoned himself and walked towards me. 'What are you doing here?' His voice was soft and gentle. I guess I had half expected that.

'Niall asked me to come.' I looked at the ground. Liam sighed.

'I am so so sorry I hurt you. I never meant to. I know that we can get through everything together, and I don't know what made me think otherwise. Please don't walk away. I love you too much.' he engulfed me in a hug.

I wrapped my arms around his torso. 'I love you too.' I responded, resting my head on his shoulder. 

'So I guess that means you'll still be mine?'

'Always.' I whispered, and he covered my mouth with his lips.

At the start, I said it had been the worst Valentine's Day I had ever experienced. Well, in the end, it cracked up to be like Cinderella. A girl left alone, with no one to talk to, no one to comfort her, to fend for herself. But the story's ending made up for everything else that had happened to her.

So it had gone from the worst Valentine's Day to the best in a matter of hours, and this time, I'm not letting him go.   

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