Brave ~ Sequel to Jay Cee El

Chapter Twenty Two ~ The Life Drained From Me

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Liz’s P.O.V

            I couldn’t put my phone down. It was like a drug to me. I can’t get away from it. I feel like if I put it down something will happen. Something I really hope never happens. Why hasn’t anyone asked me? Aren’t I a part of Niz? Or is it all just Niall? And what’s so great about Cindy, or Nindy? They wouldn’t make a cute couple at all.

            Doesn’t anyone care about how this is making me feel? Doesn’t anyone want to know if Niall and Cindy are really dating? Which they are not! People read one stupid tabloid and then bam! They think it’s true. Don’t they think I would’ve announced if Niall and I broke up, or Niall would announce it? How gullible can people be sometimes?

            But regardless, all these things about Nindy were eating me alive. I felt like there was a black hole, slowly swallowing me up. I just can’t take it anymore! Articles, tweets, trends, fan fictions, everything all of a sudden is about Nindy. I really don’t get why some people could be so mean, so rude to someone.

“Liz, c’mon this isn’t healthy. You need to stop obsessing over it. Don’t you think Louis would’ve told me if Niall really was cheating on you?” Caitlin said, sitting down next to me on the couch. We were at the dressing room in the arena that we are performing in.

“I don’t know. Louis and Niall are close; wouldn’t Louis want to protect him?” I asked, looking up at Caitlin.

“No, you know how much Louis hates cheaters. Especially after everything that happened between me and Marty, and then you and Niall with the drunk chick. He would straighten Niall out, trust me.” Caitlin said.

            I sighed, knowing she was right. I don’t think any of the boys would stand for that. I’m a little sister to them… even though I’m older then Harry. But still… they wouldn’t let Niall do that and if he was doing that then I know for sure that the rest of the guys would tell me.

“You’re right. I’m done with this. C’mon we should probably get going for the sound check anyway. How do I look?” I asked standing up. I was wearing a pair of light pink jean shorts and a white crop top. My hair was curled slightly, to seem a little wavy. My shoes were gray TOMs, and because of the NMP I have a face free of makeup.

“Great, how do I look?” Caitlin asked. She was dressed in a pair of tie die shorts and a MTV gray tee shirt. Her hair was straightened and she was wearing black converse.  She looked really cute, but I like Julie’s outfit the best.

            She was wearing a pair of leather shorts that also had denim at the top. I didn’t think they were all that, but they worked really good of her. It was actually really cute. But anyway she was also wearing a leopard print tank top, that faded into purple in the middle. Her hair was also straightened and she was wearing a pair of black platform heels with studs on the actual heel. She looked really pretty. Sometimes I wish I looked like her.

“You look great. C’mon let’s go.”

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“Alright, so for our last song of the evening we are going to be singing one of our hits, and no it’s not Brave.” Julie said, laughing into the microphone. I was still planted on the floor, where I tripped about a minute ago. I went three concerts without tripping, but I am just cursed.