Chapter Twenty Five- Trip
Charlotte's lips gently left mine in an extremely slow manner. It was almost as if she was trying to tease the hell out of me, but when she pulled back she frowned.
"Niall, you can't just come and kiss me and have that make everything go away.."
I grabbed her hands that were resting on my chest and held them up.
"Why can't I?"
She rolled her eyes but didn't dare move her arms.
"That's not how it works. You took me to a party where you knew that I didn't know anybody, promised you wouldn't leave me and then left."
I sighed and realized that Charlotte was going to continue being stubborn. Ugh! I can't believe I did just ditch her like that. It's something I would do to other girls, sure, but I had hoped not Charlotte.
Grant walked back out of his house to get the mail, though I'm almost positive he just wanted a chance to interrupt me and Char.
"Charlie, my mom made your favorite pasta and some garlic bread. It's ready now if you want to..." He put his hand on her lower back and lead her away from me as I tried to contain my anger.
I'm finally home for a few months, why is it so stressful? It's like I can't do anything right.
Actually that's how almost all of my life has been feeling lately.
It's always my fault. 'Niall do this, Niall do that. Seriously Niall? How could you be so stupid?' They don't seem to understand that I'm tired of this life. I'm tired of not getting to figure out who I actually am. I want to go out and not be mobbed or approached by a fan every five seconds (of summer).
I just want to be a normal person. But the worst thing is that even when you're given the chance to go back to being normal, even if it's only for a few months, you still manage to screw up and disappoint everyone.
"Hello?" I hear his voice and I'm immediately reminded of why I shouldn't be doing this, why I shouldn't be going to him for help.
"Do you think you can take me to Dublin for a few nights?" I ask.
"Dublin? It's a bit of a drive, but sure. I know all the right people who will take care of you."
His voice gets deeper and it can only increase my feelings of anxiety. I'm almost positive that when he ended that sentence he ended it with a smirk, and that should send something off in my head but I choose to ignore it.
A/N: I'm sorry it's been so long I've been beyond busy, and I don't have a lot of free time anymore. I'll try and update when I can.
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