We've been back in London for a week now. About four days ago, I came down with a cold. Everyone thinks that I caught something at the airport because I was sitting next to a girl that was sneezing the whole flight back home. I'm quite sure I got sick because of her.

The guys have a concert tonight. Niall and Zayn made me promise that I wouldn't go to their concert. I have I feeling I will be breaking that promise, though. I don't care how sick I am. I want to see them perform tonight. They will probably get mad, but they can get over it.

I run to my bedroom to change my clothes. It's pretty cold outside in London. If I'm going out then I need to dress warm. I don't want to get any sicker. I feel pretty crappy now. I would hate to feel any worse.

I change into a pair of skinny jeans with a white tank top on. I pull a dark grey pullover sweater on over my tank top to stay warm. I slip my feet into my grey converse and throw my hair up in a messy bun. I don't plan on stopping anywhere else besides the concert. I'm only going backstage. No one will really see me.

I grab my keys and wallet on the way out of Zayn's flat. The ice cold wind hits my bare skin like a semi truck. I wrap my arms around myself as I jog to my mini cooper. I climb into the driver's seat quickly. I crank on the heat as soon as I start the car.

The drive to the concert takes about thirty minutes which gives me fifteen minutes until their concert starts. When security saw me park my car, they quickly ushered me into the building without being seen. I was afraid I wouldn't have been able to get in. I had to get some help from some of the crew members that work backstage.

"Natalie?" Liam calls my name from behind me. I spin around to see Liam, standing a few feet behind me. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to wish you guys good luck." I smile, innocently.

Liam shakes his head. "Zayn and Niall won't be happy. They really wanted you to stay home."

"Oops." I shrug.

"They're in the dressing room." Liam motions for me to follow him.

I follow Liam around backstage until we reach their dressing room. Liam walks right in with me behind him. The first thing I see is Niall sprawled out on the couch with a bag of crisps on his lap. Zayn is staring down at his phone. I wouldn't be surprised if he was texting me. Harry and Louis are fixing their hair in the mirrors.

"Look who I found!" Liam yells at them.

Zayn's head snaps in my direction first. "Natalie?!"

Niall looks up immediately when he hears my name. I smile at them and give a small wave. Now I'll probably hear about why I should have stayed home. Oh well. I'm here now.

"What are you doing here?" Zayn marches over to me.

"I wanted to see you guys before your concert." I explain to him.

"You promised us you would stay home." Zayn crosses his arms.

I shrug my shoulders. "I lied."

Niall stands up from the couch. "You should be at home resting."

"Why? I feel fine." I sneeze twice.

Okay. So, that was a lie. I feel horrible, but they don't need to know that.

"Yeah, you sound fine." Zayn frowns at me. "Please go home and rest." I stick out my bottom lip. "No! I'm not falling for that. You are sick and you need to rest."

"But, I just got here." I pout.

"He's right, Tilly." Niall walks over to me. He places his hand on my forehead. "You're warm. You probably have a fever."

"Fine." I slump my shoulders. "I'll go home."

"Thank you." Niall kisses my forehead.

Their dressing room door opens and a guy steps in. "Five minutes until you go onstage."

"Please go home and rest." Niall pleads.

I nod my head. "I'm going. I just wanted to say good luck."

Harry, Louis, and Liam jog out of the dressing room, leaving the three of us alone. Zayn hugs me and kisses my forehead before following after them. I turn to look at Niall.

"You should go." I tell him. Niall leans down and kisses me. "Niall! You're going to get sick!"

"I don't care." Niall grins down at me. "I don't care if I get sick. When you love someone, you don't care about those small things."

"What?" I whisper in shock.

"I love you, Tilly." Niall smiles broadly. "You don't have to say it back. I just want you to know that I love you."

I open my mouth to say something, but another crew member comes in telling Niall he has two minutes left. Niall kisses me one more time before running out of the dressing room. I can't believe that Niall loves me. Do I love him?

Security leads me back to my car easily. I can't believe that Niall loves me. Why didn't I say it back? I guess I was too shocked. I'm still in shock. He loves me. That's incredible. I never thought someone would be in love with me.

"I love Niall Horan." I saw aloud to myself, grinning at the thought.

A loud horn and bright lights break my train of thought. I snap my head to my right to see bright headlights coming in my direction. My eyes widen in fear as I try to move my car faster.

Something runs into my car on the driver's side and all I feel is instant pain. I squeeze my eyes shut when I realise my car is rolling over multiple times.

Before I know it, I get swallowed up in complete darkness.

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Author's Note:

Now you have to wait for the sequel! That's right. This was the last chapter! It was short, though.

So, how much do you hate me? A lot?

The sequel will be called Forgotten Memories.

Question...What do you think about the ending?

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