Chapter Twenty-One

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(Gabrielle's POV)

"Yes baby, we just got here..." I said sleepily to Nick over the phone. We had just gotten to the venue after an hour and a half drive... Which was double the time it should've taken. "You sound pooped baby..." Nick laughed. The sound made me smile, but I still felt like shit. I spent the whole bus ride cramped in a seat next to the window, listening to Thomas talk to Chris about some video game, and having Katie constantly look back at me and laugh. "I am.. but whatever. I have to go. Text me baby." "Okay... Goodbye beautiful..." Nick said. "Bye." I hung up, and sighed, looking around. I was sitting in a corner in the room where everyone was getting ready, by myself. Usually I'd be chatting with the parents or something but frankly right now, I felt like crying. I should have just stayed home with Nick. I love these boyz, but right now, it looks like coming out here wasn't worth it...

(Nick's POV)

She sounded really upset... My poor baby. I sat down on my laptop, and pulled up her Twitter. This is where she always let out all her feelings... She didn't know I knew this, and I wanted to keep it that way. I scrolled down her page, only to see she hasn't tweeted since earlier this morning. Okay, she definitely needs some cheering up. I grabbed my phone, and texted her a huge paragraph that I knew would make her smile:

Hi baby. I can tell you're really upset right now, and I'm sorry. I wish I could be there to help. Just, try and keep that beautiful smile on your face okay? It's contagious, and if other people see you're sad, they'll be sad too. You are so beautiful and I am so lucky to have you. Later tell me what's wrong and I'll fuck up whoever's messing with you. Okay baby girl, I'll shut up now. I heart you, forever and always, beautiful. And I can't wait to hug and kiss you when you get home <3

I smiled, satisfied knowing that would make her feel better. She deserves to smile and I hate knowing she's sad and I can't be there to comfort her. I sighed, and fell back into the couch. I wish I could be with them right now...

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