OMG yeah I remember you! Sadly I’m not still writing
Hey guys. I have some bad news. I’m gonna put this fanfic on hold for awhile. I have no idea where to go with it right now and school is getting really hectic :( I’ll try my best to come up with something. Until then, there will be no new chapters for awhile. Thank you for sticking with me so far! <3
We did our best to erase Lucas from our minds. Destinée was very disappointed in herself and felt that it was all her fault. Frankly, we were both at fault, but some people sure know how to pull a guise. Once we moved pass the incident, we were able to enjoy the rest of my time there. I made sure to capture as many moments possible with my camera. When we returned home, I planned to make photo albums and send one to Destinée. All too soon though, I had to return to England. A wave of sadness washed over me when our goodbye hug ended.
"Call or Skype when you get back," said Destinée. I could tell that she was holding back tears. Her nose was already reddening.
"I promise." I replied. "And don’t cry, okay? If you start, then I’ll start and then we’ll all be drowning." She laughed and nodded. I gave her another tight hug before we had to leave for the security check. Niall gave her a goodbye hug and then we left. He laced his hand with mine, lightening my mood. I was glad that we got over our argument. That was the first time we ever argued like that. It was absolutely dreadful. Although such things are inevitable, I hoped that we wouldn’t have another like it in awhile.
Once the plane landed we collected our luggage and quickly hopped into the car. There were too many fans waiting for the boys and Paul was concerned for their safety. We were graced to have to wait in London traffic. Weary from travel, I nodded off to sleep. Though in what felt like minutes, Niall’s voice woke me.
"We’re here, babe." he said softly.
"I’m so cozy,” I mumbled. “I’m sleeping here tonight.”
"I don’t think so." He gently pulled me out the car and carried me up to the flat. With caution, he laid me on the sofa, and left to bring up our luggage.
"Hold on, I want to help," I called after him.
"We both know you’re not getting off that sofa for a good nine hours." He chuckled. "It’s okay, Paul offered to help me out."
"Alright," I yawned.
I woke up earlier than usual the next morning. Jetlag I supposed. I tiptoed to the bedroom to see if Niall was awake. He was sound asleep. I smiled at how adorable he looked. Careful to not wake him, I brushed my teeth and headed for the kitchen. My stomach growled loudly. Eager to curb my hunger, I settled for a banana, buttered croissant, sausage, and orange juice. I knew Niall would wake up soon so I popped some waffles in the toaster for him. While eating I noticed a big pile of mail on the table. With nothing else to occupy myself, I flipped through it to find that it consisted of mostly junk mail. I was about to put the pile down when something caught my eye. It was a letter from a London art school that I applied to a few months ago. They hosted a seminar-type program annually. I finally had enough money saved for it that year so I applied. I stared at it, anxious to see what it held. By then, Niall had finally woken up and was busy brushing his teeth. I was still staring at the letter, deciding whether to open it then or wait. My attention was averted from it when Niall entered the kitchen.
"Morning, beautiful." He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Good morning," I said smiling. "I put some waffles in the toaster for you."
"Ha-ha. What a coincidence! I was dreaming about waffles. Thanks." He sashayed over to the toaster and heaped his waffles on a plate. He returned to the table with his syrup-drenched waffles, a glass of milk, and a bowl of strawberries. I stifled a small laugh when I noticed how messy his hair was. It stuck out from his head in all directions.
"Why are you so giggly?" he asked.
"No reason." I answered with sly grin. I reach over the table and ruffled his hair.
"You’re so weird." he uttered, his mouth full of waffles.
"Yeah, but you still love me." I said. His lips pulled into a smile. My eyes flickered to the letter still in my hand.
"You’re eyebrows are furrowed, what’s on your mind? Is it that letter you’re holding?" he questioned. I returned my gaze back to Niall.
"Remember that London art program I told you about? The one that I had been saving up for ever since secondary school and finally had enough money to apply this year?" He nodded. "Well this is the admission letter," I said.
"That’s great! Won’t you open it?"
"I want to, but I’m too nervous." I held the letter out to him. "Read it to me?" He took the it from my hands and opened it. My heart jumped when I heard the first tear of the envelope being opened. Once he fully opened it, his eyes ran across the paper.
"You made it!" he exclaimed. I squealed with happiness and went over to hug him. When we pulled away I took the letter from his hands and read it for myself, just to see those wonderful words. That was by far one of the happiest moments of my life. I had always dreamed of attending that program. That day though, I realized that some dreams can’t come true without sacrifices.
After breakfast Niall left for a photo shoot. One Direction had a busy few weeks ahead of them. I bid him farewell and then lounged in the living room. On my way there I grabbed the admission letter to read the details. As I read it, I became disheartened. The program was relocated to Paris. They wanted us to confirm if we still wished to attend. The flight expenses would be covered by them, but that wasn’t what worried me. Niall immediately came into my thoughts. Ever since we met we had never been apart for long. Were we ready for this? Was I? My thoughts went to battle. One side kept telling me to follow my dream, while the other told me it would not work out. I was torn. I needed to talk to someone so I called Destinée. I told her about my dilemma.
"You love Niall, right?" she said.
"Yes, a lot." I answered.
"And Niall loves you the same. He’d support you no matter what." she said.
"I know that, but I’m just worried it won’t work out."
"Amara, you and Niall have a relationship that is to die for. You both love and trust each other so much. I think no matter what you choose it’ll work out. I’m not going to tell you what to do though. This is your decision. I’m only here to help. Just listen to your heart.” Her words were exactly what I needed. Much of the tension I felt was lifted off me after our chat. We ended speaking for almost an hour. By the end of it, I knew what I was going to do.
Lunchtime was rolling around soon so I went to the kitchen to prepare lunch. My not-so-world-famous, but delicious, spaghetti simmered on the stove. Whenever I cooked I enjoyed playing some music so my iPod touch was connected to Niall’s iHome on full blast. Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira featuring Wyclef Jean bleared throughout the flat. I couldn’t resist swaying my hips to the music. I was so absorbed by it that I did not notice Niall had returned. He was suddenly behind me with his hands on my hips, swaying in time with me. I was surprised at first, but I continued dancing. He then wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. His closeness made my stomach jitter with butterflies.
Makes a man want to speak Spanish. Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa. He sang in time with the song.
"You should speak Spanish more," I said as I stirred the spaghetti sauce in a separate pot. "You sound muy caliente." I lowered the heat on both pots and covered them.
"No tan caliente usted (Not as hot as you). I missed you today," he said between kisses on my neck. His breath tickled my ear. More butterflies.
"I missed you too." Amidst this perfect moment my brain just had to remind me about the Paris situation. I sighed and pulled out of Niall’s comforting hold. He frowned.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"We need to talk,” I said. “It’s about the art program." I sat with him at the dining table and explained everything. He listened attentively. When I finished I was eager to hear what he thought about it. He ran his hand through his hair.
"Wow, Paris… Not so close to London or Mullingar. Have you made up your mind?"
"Sort of, but I want to hear what you think about it before I set it in stone." He reached over and held both of my hands on the table. He looked directly into my eyes.
"I only want for you to be happy. You’ve always wanted this and have worked hard for it. I’d like for you to stay, but this is your dream. Whatever your decision is, I’ll support you one hundred percent." Destinée was spot on about Niall supporting me. I knew he would, but sometimes doubts creep up on me. With his thoughts on the matter disclosed, I was ready to finalize my decision. Destinée’s words echoed through my mind. Just listen to your heart.
Omg it’s been a long time but the next chapter will be up tomorrow :D
Hi guys :) Sorry that i haven’t put up the next chapter. I’ll try to finish asap and post it. Sadly, I’ve decided to end this fanfic earlier than I hoped. There’s 3 to 4 chapters left. I know compared to others it’s really short, but I’m planning another one :)
Also, if you have any thoughts on how I could have made this fanfic better please send me an ask, anon or not. I’d love to hear from you all!
Thank you :) And I agree!
He is trying to kill us.
A MONTH LATER
I marveled at the beauty of Australia. After a long journey, our flight had finally landed, and we were on our way to a hotel in Melbourne. I could not wait to see Destinée again. The sun was soon to set when we arrived the hotel. Weary from travel, everyone, except me went to sleep. I wanted to snap a few pictures of the sunset. It was a perfect balance of orange and salmon pink. There were a few hints of blue. Satisfied with the photos, I changed into my sleepwear and off to bed I went.
In the next week that followed the boys were booked with shows, interviews, photo shoots and an occasional meet and greet. I went along to a few of them. I never imagined that I’d get as much attention as I did. The fans were so lovely. Some of them even gave me gifts, like bracelets, stuffed animals or collages. It was a nice feeling. When that busy week finally ended, everyone had four days off. Niall and I went sight-seeing the first day, and then to Destinée’s mansion of a home.
When we pulled up to her house she was waiting for us on the steps.
"Amara!" she shrieked while running towards me.
"Des!" We literally jumped into each other’s arms. It was probably the longest hug we ever had. We had the widest grins on our faces. Niall had distanced himself to let us have our reunion so I called him over to officially meet Des.
"Niall, officially meet my crazy, lovable best friend," I motioned my hand like Vanna White from Wheel of Fortune. I did the same for Niall.
"Des, officially meet my wonderful, Irish boyfriend." They both laughed and greeted each other with a hug. Des wanted to show me her house so we went inside for some snacks and a mini tour of her huge home. Every room was gigantic. Some were not even furnished yet. During her “tour”, Des got a text. Her face lit up as she read the message. Niall and I looked at each other and raised our eyebrows.
"So who’s the guy?" I asked.
Her lips pulled into a wry grin before saying, “Lucas.” I was surprised she didn’t try to deny it.
"And who is this Lucas?" I interrogated teasingly.
"Yes, please do tell," added Niall.
"I met him at the mall last week." she started. "We’ve been hanging out a bit. He just invited me to hang at the boardwalk. I think I’m going to say no. I want to spend time with you."
"Are you loco? You obviously like him."
"Okay…I’ll be over there while you two do your girl talk." said Niall as he walked into the kitchen.
"Maybe he won’t mind if I ask if you two can come along."
"Positive." She replied to his message, and he replied that he was fine with it. I went to the kitchen to tell Niall. I found him with whip cream hanging from his lips. I wiped it off and gave him a kiss.
"Ew, guys, no PDA." She grabbed her car keys and to the boardwalk we went.
We met up with Lucas at a funnel cake stand. His build suggested that he was a swimmer. I didn’t feel any weird vibes from him. He seemed to be the perfect guy for Destinée. She introduced us to him and then we went off to enjoy the boardwalk. After hours of fun we had to go back to the hotel. We said our goodbyes and called a taxi. Once in the car, Niall asked me a surprising question.
"Don’t you think something is…off with Lucas?"
"No, he seems okay to me. Why?" I was quite curious as to why Niall thought that.
"Never mind," he said quickly, "I was just wondering."
I couldn’t place my tongue on it, but something didn’t seem right about Lucas. For one, he seemed a hell of a lot more interested in Amara’s chest than her face or than Destinée, the girl he initially invited. I was surprised none of them noticed. Maybe I was overreacting, but I was going to keep a close eye on him.
Lucas had invited Niall, Destinée and I to a party at his place. When I stepped out in my dress, I noticed Niall frown. I didn’t understand why. The dress grazed my knee and was strapless, but I wore a jean jacket over it. I asked him why and then he went off about Lucas being a perv and not trusting him. We went back and forth about it, both of our tempers rising.
“We’re not going.” he resolved.
“You mean you’re not going. Anyways we’re nearly there.” I could feel the thud of music.
“I don’t care.” he said flatly.
“Why are you being like this? I know how to take care of myself!”
“Really? If I remember correctly, you were almost abducted by a pimp.” That was the final blow. I could take a lot, but that one really hurt, especially coming from him. My face reddened.
“You’re an absolute douche, Niall.” I open the car door and stepped out. He pulled my hand back to apologize, but I broke out of his hold and went to find Destinée. I ignored his calls.
I pushed through a pool of sweaty, dancing people until I finally found Destinée. The smile on her face faded when she saw my grim expression.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Where’s Niall?” she asked.
“I really don’t want to talk about it now.” I yelled over the music. “Let’s just enjoy the party.” Lucas walked over to us with drinks in his hands. I accepted mine gratefully and took a swig. Lucas led Des to the dance floor leaving me by myself. I was not going to let the fight ruin my night so I drained my drink and followed behind them to danced my heart out. After ten minutes of dancing, I began to feel woozy. The room seemed to be closing in on me and my vision blurred. The flashing lights made it worse. I’d never had a dizzy spell like that before. Was it something I ate…or drank? I was about to fall over when I felt Destinée grab my arm. Her mouth was moving, but the words jumbled in my mind. I managed to tell her that I needed to lie down somewhere. I saw her speak to Lucas. He came over and supporting me with both hands, led me upstairs to a room. He closed the door, blocking out the loud music. I mumbled a thank you and plopped onto the soft bed, closing my eyes to rest. I felt a finger tracing my collarbone. I opened my eyes and saw that it was Lucas. This was not happening.
“Shouldn’t you be getting back to Des?” I said nervously while I pushed away his hand. He said nothing and moved closer to me. I attempted to get out of the bed, but I was too weak. He inched closer until he was practically glued to me, his face hovering over mine. I tried moving away, but my body only got more flimsy. Then it hit me that he was the one who put something in my drink. Niall was right all along. I was so stupid!
“Get off!” My vision began to blur again and I lost basically all control of my body. Lucas then crashed his lips against mine forcefully. My limp body could not push him off.
I immediately wanted to slap myself for what I said to Amara. I was so angry that she didn’t see it my way and it slipped out. We rarely argued, but when we did it was never like that. What I said was uncalled for, and I had to fix it. I hesitated many times before I finally went inside the house to find her. I bumped into Destinée first.
“Hey, do you know where Amara is?” I asked.
“She wasn’t feeling well so Lucas showed her to a room so she could rest.” I cringed at the thought of her alone with him. “Maybe we should go check on her.” I nodded in agreement. We checked the first room down the hallway. What was behind the door made my blood boil. I pulled Lucas off Amara and swept her into my arms.
“Niall?” she asked confused.
“It’s okay, I’m here.” I held her tighter. Destinée called the police and blocked Lucas from getting away. The party ended and Lucas was arrested. The three of us went to Destinée’s place since it was closer than the hotel.
I stayed up with Amara until she regained control of her body.
“You were right,” she started. “You were only looking out for me and I reacted stupidly.” She sniffled as a tear rolled down her cheek. “I’m always guarding myself when no danger is there, but once there is I’m oblivious. I ruined the entire night.” Her voice trembled.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s not your fault. Lucas ruined everything. I didn’t help the situation either. I should have never said what I did to you. I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you. And you’re not a douche,” she said while nudging me with her elbow.
“Good, ‘cause that would be kinda gross,” I joked. This got a little laughter from her. She laid her head on my chest and closed her eyes with a smile on her beautiful face.