My head dropped and I snapped it back up, running a hand through my hair. It gets caught in the array of bobby pins and I start to take them out, yawning a million times. Stumbling in trying, my vision hazy in sleepiness, Adam moves my hands away and takes the bobby pins out then hands them to me. I grab them from his hand and opened my clutch and toss them in there then shut it.

My eyes start to close and I lay my head on a random shoulder, yawning. I then feel a tug and I'm pulled to someone's else's shoulder. I hear whispers from everyone else talking in the limo.

I flutter my eyes closed assuming I'm on Adam's shoulder and replay the action at the party.

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After talking awhile we had to perform and let's just say I was surprised that the house didn't blow down with our performance. I'm joking, the boys did amazing too! Louis never looked at me, other than glaring. Which I don't understand, he started it, he broke up with me. Does he regret it?

I'm so confused.

Later that night I saw Louis and Abby slow dancing and laughing. I must admit, my heart felt like it was slowly being pricked with a sharp dagger. PAINFUL.

I avoided them and did cheers to the speeches people did and spent my time with Adam and Tommie. I really need to talk to the boys and apologize for not talking to them for a year.

From the physically and emotionally overbearing experience, I was seriously worn out.

And that's where we're at now.

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"Dani?"

I yawn and flutter my eyes open, feeling my shoulder shaking. "Time for you to go." Adam whispered. I nodded, sleepily and sat up. I looked around the car and noticed mostly everyone was sleeping or playing silently on their phone. Louis, Zayn and Perrie were the only ones awake. Tommie wasn't in the car, we probably already dropped her off.

Tiarne and Niall were probably heading to my flat right now.

In a sleepy voice I asked, "How are you getting home?"

He chuckles, "I drove here in my own car, don't worry. See you tomorrow, bright and early." I stumble out of the car and he gets out behind me.

We're flying out to London tomorrow at 8 a.m. in the morning we had to be at the airport in the jet they provided us. Upgraded from first class, very thankful.

After he closed the limo door, he hugged me awkwardly then sauntered off. No goodbye kiss? Normally I wouldn't do it, so he would complain or always kiss me. Did I do something wrong? I stumble through the halls and walk into my apartment, closing and locking the door behind me.

I walk to my room and close the door behind me. I toss my high heels aside and get out of my dress. I slide on an over sized shirt over my lingerie and slipped under the covers, too tired to do anything else.

Right when I got on my bed, I fell asleep.

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The annoying beep of the alarm woke me up. I rub my eyes, groaning as I sat up. I turn off my alarm and pad over to my closet. My suitcase was packed beside my bedroom door. I grab a pair of dark rinse skinny jeans, red vans then grab a random white v-neck top. Not the most fashionable look.

I walk over to the bathroom and lean over, pulling my hair in a messy bun on top of my head. When I look in the mirror, I grimace. My make up was smudged from sleeping in it and it felt like it was suffocating my skin. I lean over and wash my face then brush my teeth and do all the other things.

I decide to go make up free today because I wanted to. I'm a boss like that.

I grab some sunglasses and grab my phone, pulling it out of the charger in the wall. I stuff it in a duffel bag that I was using as a carry-on bag. I slide on my sunglasses and grab all my suitcases, carrying/rolling it out my door.

As I walk, I start to hum "The A Team" By Ed Sheeran. I love him. He's so talented and I would love to meet him someday. I walk through the complex's hallways wondering where Tiarne and Niall are. I see two white vans outside, making me furrow my eyebrows. That would be funny if one was for us and I dump my stuff in the wrong van, only turning out it's a kidnapper van.

Actually that wouldn't be funny.

At all.

Now paranoid, I see a buff man step out of one and recognize it as Paul. "Oh hey Paul!" I cheer, happy. He grins and takes my suitcase, me holding my duffel.

"Hey Danielle, how's things?"

"Great, you?"

"Never better." He says, throwing my bags in a van that he didn't just hop out of. I guess one was for just our luggage. I shrug and head to the other one. I open the door and hop in, buckling my seat belt to be welcome by Zayn, Perrie, Harry, Niall, and Tiarne.

We're missing someone. Other than Liam, Danielle, Louis and Abby who were probably in another van that was already on the way to the airport and hasn't stopped by here.

Oh Paul! Nope, here he comes. He hops in the driver's seat and starts the car.

Tommie? No, she comes next week. She isn't needed til then.

Then-OH!

ADAM! WHERE THE HECK IS HE?

I widen my eyes and quickly shove through my duffel bag, he was supposed to meet us out here five minutes ago! I pull out my phone and throw my duffel bag at my feet, getting weird looks.

I ignore them and unlock my phone, calling Adam. It goes straight to voice mail and we're already pulling out of the parking lot for the apartment complex.

"Adam. Where. Are. You? We left the freaking apartment parking lot. If you're coming, you better be at the airport. I'm worried, call me back as soon as you can. Love you." I hang up and fiddle with the phone in between my fingers. I'm worried, he's not normally late. Except our first date. He used to be a player, but he changed for me. He told me and is so nice, I believe him.

As that thought gets in my head, I worry more. What if his old habits come back. It's like an old drug, playing. He HAS been acting suspicious lately.

No he hasn't. Or has he.

What if he was just a great actor?

I sigh and lean my head at the back of my seat, a silence in the car.

"Are you okay?" Tiarne asks.

"Yeah." I lie. She gives me a worrying look and I close my eyes.

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I check my phone, this is actually the 24th call he missed. He's never missed even three calls.

"Sorry m'am. You must enter the plane now." The lady says in her neat outfit. I sigh, frustrated with her, with him, with everyone. He stood me up. Even better, the paps were just feeding this up.

Lie.

Not better, obviously.

I throw one last glance around the airport. I turn around and walk out the door and onto the runway where all the planes are. I can't help but feel a sinking feeling in my heart all the way to my stomach. My eyes start to water and I walk up the steps to the entrance of the plane. When I get in, everyone turns their heads to me.

When they see Adam's not with me, some throw me a sympathetic glance when some just stared blankly, kind of rudely. I guess you can tell who did what.

I walk through the cabin, wiping my cheeks as the tears roll down and walk to the back room, closing the door they had. I collapse on the mini couch they had in there.

I lay down and shove my face into a pillow as tears leak onto it. I don't know why it hurt so much. It just felt like...I was being left again. As if everyone was leaving me or I'm pushing them away.

Tiarne even seems to be separating from me. Now Adam. Louis did a year ago. I pushed the boys away.

I hear a beeping and notice it's my phone. I pull it out of my pocket and glance at the caller ID. I glare at the phone and sit up, answering it.

"Adam, where are you? We're already leaving."

Yeah, I'm so sorry abo-"

"Why weren't you here? I need you." I say desperately in the phone, not caring how I sounded.

"Please don't scream I got a headache."

I roll my eyes, "Hangover, is that why you're late? A hangover? How did you even get drunk? You didn't drink anything at the party."

"After?"

I scoff, "Why would you drink til your drunk at your house alone?"

"Ummm....that's why I called you." He says uncomfortably. I shift in my seat, my heart starting to beat like a hummingbird's wings. FAST.

"W-Wh---Just tell me." I sigh. Why would he do that he got drunk for? He's not depressed is he?

"I...I just....I think lately somethings wrong. I can tell you don't love me like you used to do. Ever since that British boy band came by."

"Also Irish." I interrupt.

"That's not the point!" I jump slightly at his raised voice through the phone, "I think you love one of the boys in that band. When I met them in subway, there was one. One, named.......Louise? Well, I think it's him. I saw how you look at him and how he looks at you. I know you well enough to know you love him. And don't think I didn't hear your conversation with Louisa at the party. I don't exactly know what's going on, but I know you love him more, or a part of you do. You don't love me. I think it' best if we broke up." He finally says.

I freeze, "What?"

"It's over." He says, sternly. I feel my heart clenching, thinking about how Louis broke up with me.

"I do love you though. Please...don't leave me." I croak, my eyes watering again. This was sounding too much like Louis' and My conversation when we were breaking up.....

He sighs, "I know you don't."

"Bull."

"Dani...."

"YOU CAN'T TELL ME MY FEELINGS ADAM!" I lower my voice, trying to calm down, "Adam, why now? How are you so sure after a day or two? You're wrong."

"I'm not. I kn--"

"Hey Adam, where's the mugs, I can't find them?" I hear someone ask. I freeze, it's not my voice, it's another girl's.

"Who's that?" I ask, venom running through my voice.

"No one, just Amy, my older sister."

"You don't have an older sister."

"I mean my cousin."

"Sure." I say sarcastically, hatred dripping through my veins.

"Seriously, nothing happened."

"Then put me on speaker."

"No."

"Then she's not your cousin."

"She is."

"Then prove it."

"No."

"Adam! Did you hear me! Wait--who are you on the phone with?" I hear that's girl's voice much closer now, right next to the phone.

"No one, please go away." He said back. What? I'm a no one!

"No one?" I ask, my voice cracking.

"But honey-"

"Serena." He says sternly. Does he not know I'm still there?! I hear footsteps walk away, probably that idiot girl of a hooker.

"So Serena and you huh? So you're cheating on me, crawling back to your old ways?"

"Nothing happened, I swear! I've never cheated on people, you're the longest relationship I've had."

"Yeah and apparently it means nothing to you."

"It does." He sighs.

"Then why break up with me?"

"You love Loisel and it's better that way. It's fine, don't worry about me, I think I have someone else now." He rushes. I don't think he notices he's been calling Louis by all the wrong names and girl names. He's a boy.

"Adam?" I croak, my voice breaking. He already found someone else. That's why he's breaking up with me?

I hear some feedback, "Oh crap, um, sorry, it's over Dani. Bye." He hangs up on me. I stare at my phone in shock. Sobs start to rack my body and I lay down on the couch in the fetal position. I throw my phone across the room and the screen shatters, cracks going all over the front.

Today is defiantly not my day. Or month. Or year........

"Are you okay? What was that?" I hear Tiarne call back to me and there's complete silence. I try to choke back my sobs.

"I-I'm fine. I j-just dropped a glass." I call back, my voice heavy with sadness, probably confusing them. Clutching my legs closer to my chest, I start to sob again, trying to be as quiet as possible.

All the sudden Tiarne appears at the door thing. She sees me and widens her eyes. She rushes over to me and sits in front of me on the floor.

"Oh sweetie, what's wrong?" She whispered, rubbing my arm.

"Adam...broke up with me." I croak, "He's found someone else." I leave out the part about him thinking I love Louis. I'm over him.

Something flashes in her eyes and before I can see what, she turns towards the door.

"NIALL!" Tiarne screams and I start to hear shuffling.

"What? No, Tiarne! NIALL WE DON"T NEED YOU! SIT YO' PALE BUTT BACK IN YOUR SEAT!"

"We need Niall."

"Why do we?" I ask, squeezing my eyes shut.

"He always knows how to calm me down when I cry."

"That's because you're dating! I don't need him." I stated, determined.

"Yes you do." She says.

"No I don't."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Stop." I open my eyes.

"Okay. NIALL!"

"NO NIALL! STAY!" I call out to them.

I hear an annoyed groan, probably from everyone in the cabin. "At least not Niall." I whisper, defeated.

She looks at me for a minute then nods her head, "HARRY!" I guess that's better. We used to be friends, but it's still awkward.

"I'M COMING HONEY BOO-BOO CHILD." Harry calls back.

"I swear, ever since he saw that on TV, he won't shut up." Tiarne mutters under her breath.

I groan and close my eyes. In my fetal position, I tuck my head in my arms, determined for him not to see my face like this. He might just think I'm not feeling well. I hear the curtain being pushed aside. "What's up chicken pox?" Harry greets. What? Did he say....chicken....pox? Ew.

Either way, I start to chuckle into my arms. I can practically hear Tiarne grinning, making me roll my eyes.

"Adam just broke up with her. Cheer her up." Tiarne says. Ouch. Way to be blunt.

"Ouch." Harry says.

"I feel the same way, honey boo-boo child." I say, referring to what he said earlier. My voice came out muffled as my head was in my arms and legs. I chuckle again and Harry does too. A feel a sinking feeling in the couch beside me and I hear Tiarne's footsteps walk away.

"Want to do a twitcam?" Harry asks after a couple minutes of silence.

"No."

"Okay I'll get my laptop." Harry says and bounds off the couch. I roll my eyes and sit up. He just doesn't get it does he? My eyes were probably red and puffy. Harry comes bounding back in and turns it on and do all this other stuff. Finally the twitcam was on.

"Hello my fair maidens! I'm Harry Styles from O---"

"They know who you are, why else would they be watching it?"

He looks at me and shrugs. The computer was only facing him and I bet he was getting lots of comments asking where that voice came from.

"Oh, it's Danielle Brooks everyone! Say hi, honey boo-boo child." He grins. I roll my eyes and wave at the camera. I lean against Harry so I'm now in the picture.

"That saying is super old now." I say, glancing up at Harry, feeling like we were falling right back into place of being close friends.

He shakes his head, "Nuh-uh."

"Uh-huh." I disagree.

"No way."

"Yes way."

"It's as fresh as a.....blueberry." Harry says, sounding unsure of himself.

"Blueberry? That's the best you can come up with?" I ask, one eyebrow raised. He shrugs and looks at the computer screen.

"Aw, kiss already!" He reads in a girly voice, reading one of the comments. I blush and tense, my eys starting to water, thinking about Adam.

"She's a bad kisser."

And suddenly I'm brought out of my thoughts. I look up at him in shock, "We've never even kissed before!"

"Now you know why."

"I'm not a bad kisser." I declare, crossing my arms across my chest. I would never kiss Harry, he's a friend, a brother.

"If you say so." He smirks.

I roll my eyes, "I know so, Sherlock. You're not as smart as everyone thinks you are."

He scoffs, "You're not as smart as YOU think you are."

"Hey!" I shriek.

"What?" He looks at me innocently.

"Rude."

He chuckles and I pout as he says his goodbyes to the camera. I think we're finally patching up our friendship again. Harry's a really nice guy.

"You know Harry?"

"No, I do not know Dani." He says, closing his laptop and looking at me amused. I lean back and lay down, putting my feet in his lap.

"You're going to be forever alone if I don't find you someone." I say, staring at the ceiling.

"What? Forever alone? No way missy, you're not going to be finding ME someone. If anything, I need to be finding you someone." He says. I wince, I must admit that hurt.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean too." Harry whispers.

"It's okay," I say quietly when something crosses my mind and I bolt up right. My foot hits Harry's lower region and he leans forward,groaning as he clutched his private. Innocent, okay?

"I know just who," I grin, ignoring Harry. I grab Harry's phone from his back pocket as his butt was facing up from the floor. I dial her number and call, she picks up after a couple rings.

"Oh Tommieeeee......" I sing song.

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CHAPTER 18 IS COMPLETED!

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