~ It Never Should've Been...Again? ~ Sequel to It Never Should've Been ~

~ Chapter 8 - Same Bed? ~

(*BACK TO ELLIE"S POV*)

I groaned quietly, before my stomache started to feel uneasy. I took a deep breath before quickly sitting up and puking all over the floor.

Hands immediatly came to my shoulders, pulling my hair back and helping keep me upright.

I puked one more time, before I knew I was done and leaned back again, closing my eyes.

"Ellie?" a quiet voice asked.

My eyes fluttered open and I looked to my right; where the voice came from and realized it was Niall. he was kneeling next to the bed, watching me with big eyes.

I smiled slightly, "Hi."

"Are you okay?"

I tilted my head, "Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

He gave me a pained look and pointed to my wrist. Both of them.

I looked at the gauze wrapped around my skin and everything came back to me. "Oh my god."

Niall reached up and threaded his hand gently through mine. "What happened? I thought you were happy?"

"I was happy. I am happy," I whispered.

"Then why this?"

I sat up and sat indian style in front of him, "Because of Harry and Louis."

"You're still mad at them because of Jayda, aren't you?" Niall sighed.

I shook my head, "No. It's of what they did. Pull up Twitter and tell me what's trending."

He gave me a confused look and dug around for his phone, before turning it on and pulling up Twitter. "'BarackObama'?"

I shook my head, "Read everything that's trending."

"'BieberComeToAtlanta', 'BeYouOnlyYou', 'NiallsPrincessIsALiar'...." Niall looked up at me, his face falling.

I squeezed my eyes shut, "Read on."

Niall quickly looked back down at his screen, "'InstagramFight', 'TakeEllieDown'."

I sighed.

"Ellie, why is this trending!?"

I looked back up at Niall's concerned, crying eyes.

"Because Louis and Harry made up a story. A fake story and all of your fans are believing it."

"What story?!"

"That I don't really love you. I love Harry and the only reason I didn't become his girlfriend is because of all the hate I'd get."

"That's not true, is it?" he whimpered.

"God, no!" I exclaimed, "I love you, and I mean it! It's just their attempt of trying to get me to love Harry."

"Do you?"

I shook my head, "Love that bastard, no way. And there is no way I could ever love him. You've got to trust me."

"I do, Ellie, I just, when you told me a few days ago that they had a plan, I didn't believe you. I should've, but I didn't. I'm sorry."

I smiled, "It's okay."

Niall returned it, "Then why this if you knew it way a fake story."

I looked away, "Because of what your fans are saying."

He gave me a confused look ,"Wait, what do you mean?"

I sighed, "They say I'm only dating you to get famous, and that I'm a bitch and don't deserve to be your princess, and how I'm stupid and make huge mistakes, and how they all want to kill me. So I wanted to do it for them."