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

~ Chapter 9 - Minds Are Made ~

Niall looked up from my phone and at everyone. Liam and Zayn were looking at us in shock and Louis and Harry watched their hands.

I turned around from Niall and wiped my tears away and looked at Harry, "Well?"

He met my eyes, "It was never meant to go that far."

I flung my arms up, making everyone jump, "Everything you do is never meant to go that far, but it does. Don't you get that? Why can't you think about somebody except you for a change?"

Harry went to say something before I cut him off, "You know, even though you are the last person in the world I want to help, i still do it because of the consequences. You know, when you punched me? Yeah, well everyone wanted me to pull charges on you. But I didn't, because I knew that would ruin the band. You know when you killed Jayda? Yeah, I kept that a secret too, because I knew that would ruin the band, even though it killed me, not being able to tell."

"Ellie-"

"Shut up!" I yelled at Harry, "And what happens when you think? You think about yourself. Only yourself. You want me, and in that little brain of yours, you aren't going to stop trying, no matter what happens. And what you don't realize, that after created that little story of yours, I no longer have a singing career. And I just wrote songs. Songs that no one will want to listen to. I have no job. I'm pretty much just a normal person now, thanks to you. And because of you, I have no best friend. In case you don't remember, you murdered her."

"I do remember-"

"Shut up!" I screamed again, "What are you trying to do Harry? If all you're going to say is try to get me, then you sure as hell wrong. And if you tell me you still have a chance with me, go fuck yourself for all I care." I wiped tears fom my eyes, "And thanks to you, I'm probably the most hated person in the world. So I would just like to say thank you. And to Louis, thank you. I thought you were both better than this, but you aren't. Also, before I forget, just give your little story a break. And if you stop thinking about yourself, tell your fans the truth."

I walked away from the group of people and ran into my room, grabbing all the suitcases I could out of the closet, starting to fill them with anything I saw; clothes, pictures, make-up, anything.

Just as I filled one suitcase, my bedroom door opened and Niall stood in the doorway. When he saw me packing, his eyes widened and he ran up to me, grabbing my arms making me stop for a minute. "What are you doing?"

"Going home."

"Home, home?" he asked.

I nodded, "Yeah. Home as in London."

His jaw dropped and his arms fell from mine. "Why?" he whispered.

"I'm done. My career is done. I can't stay here anymore," I answered, throwing things into my suitcase again.

"Yes, you can," he said quietly, following me around the room.

"How?"

"You have me."

I turned around, "I know I do. I just need to go home. Find a job."

"You still can open for us, though."

I sighed, "You know I can't do that."

"Why not?" he asked.

I tilted my head slightly, "You know why."

Niall sighed, "I know. But please stay. I need you here."

I grabbed my face between my hands, bringing it closer to mine, "I can't. If I could stay, I would, but I can't."

"I need you though," he pleaded.

I shook my head slightly, "You'll be okay without me, I know you will. Either way, I'll only be a phone call away."

"But I don't want you to be a phone call away. I want you to be an arm's reach away."

I smiled slightly.

"That's it. I'm coming with you," he said, standing up and running next door.

"No!" I called after him, chasing him in. Niall already had a suitcase out and he was throwing clothes in. "You can't come with me!"

"Why not?" he asked, hurt in his voice.

"Because you have a tour to finish."

"But I don't wanna be where you aren't."

I gently grabbed his arm, making him stop packing for a moment, "Niall, please. Of course I want you to come with me, but you have a job. An amazing job, and you need to keep it."

He turned and looked at me, before realization set in. "Fine, I'll stay. But you have to, too."

Before I could say anything, he cut me off.

"You didn't let me finish. I'll only stay if you stay. Though I'll make you a deal. "We'll do the concert tomorrow. Both of us. Though, if it's torture, we'll both move back to London or where ever and we'll decide what to do. But if it isn't a bad concert, we'll stay and finish the tour, and once the tour is over, we'll move out and take a break. Does that sound reasonable?"

I thoguht for a moment before agreeing, "Okay, I'll stay."

"Yes!" Niall grinned, gripping me to him.

"I'm only saying yes to one concert though, remember that."

"I know, I know. Now considering that Lou Teasdale probably doesn't have your clothes sizes, she probably doesn't have clothes for you. So do you have something you want to wear? We can always go shopping, if you want."

I shook my head, "I know exactly what I want to wear." I smiled, "I think you'll love it."

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Author's Note:

Yo, yo, yo! How are my fairy ninjas doin'? Good? Great. :)

Anyway, I'm like sick. Like really sick. Like puking my guts up every ten minutes sick. TMI? Sorry...

So, since I'm sick, I decided to write, write, and write some more, since yanno...kinda stuck on the couch.

Next, DID ANYONE SEE THE BOYS ON THE OLYMPICS? OH MY GOD I STARTED SCREAMING AND CRYING AND MY PARENTS TOLD ME TO SHUT UP. True story, bro. But really, I am so proud of them. I mean, did any of them think that when they tried out for the X Factor that they'd be in the closing ceremony? Crazy, brah, crazy.

So, I'll stop talking and start writing the next chapter. Or read some fanfics. Or revise some writing. Or all of the above...

PEACE OUT