The Westlife Story
This story is completely fictitious; all the situations described in it are NOT REAL, and non-of the members of Westlife are gay.This story is continued on my site: www.geocities.com/westlife02/stories.html
Chapter Four.
Six-days later, Dublin in Ireland. "Where are we all staying?" Mark asked, eager to get some sleep, even though it had been a very short flight from London to Dublin. But flying always made Mark tired. "I'm going back to Sligo, for a while" said Shane, walking ahead of the lads. Everyone looked at each other, shrugged and followed Shane, everyone except Nicky, who stood there feeling horrible, he felt it was his fault that Shane was being so distant from the group, he desperately wanted to talk to him, clear things out, they couldn't go on like this forever. But Shane was doing a pretty good job of avoiding him so far. "Are you coming or what?" asked Bryan. Nicky followed them quietly.
A few hours later, Shane trotted down the stairs, suitcases in hand. Mark caught him passing through the hallway and followed him out. "You're not really going?" he asked, surprised. Shane nodded calmly "I've talked to Louis, he said It's okay for me to go" "But why are you going?" Mark asked "Why are you acting so strange, what's wrong?" Shane smiled weakly "I'm okay, really. I'll be back in a few day's". He closed the bonnet and got into the car, driving off without saying another word. Nicky stared out of the window, watching Shane leave, a single tear trickled down his cheek.
Shane drove wildly along the road, exceeding the speed limit by miles. He wasn't really concentrating on the road; he just wanted to get as far away from Nicky as possible. As he drove, his eyes filled with tears, the thought of Nicky filled him with a wave of emotion. He clenched his fists in anger, he couldn't keep control of his feeling anymore, he wanted never to see Nicky again, but everytime he closed his eyes that's who he saw, smiling back at him.
That evening the lads decided to hit the town and party! But Nicky wasn't in a partying mood and despite the fact that Kian tried his best to convince him to come, he refused. As Mark, Kian and Bryan left, Nicky made himself a cup of coffee and sat down to think, he had so
much of it to do. Why was Shane being so distant from the group? If he had a problem with Nicky being gay, then why did he stay away from the other three? Nicky couldn't understand that. He had a feeling there was more to it than that, but what could it be? 'But why am I always thinking about him?' Nicky asked himself, he had spent most of the last few day's thinking about how he must sort things out with Shane, how he wanted to spend some time with Shane, the way they always did. And all the while, Kian had been nothing but 'just one of the guy's'. Kian had come and sat next to Nicky on many occasions after that night in the restaurant, and it didn't make Nicky
go weak in the knees, because he was too busy thinking about Shane. Even now, he had given up the chance to spend some time with Kian, to do what? Think about Shane! Nicky was so confused, he had no idea what was going on inside his heart. Did he love Kian? if he did, then why was he always thinking about Shane and why didn't Kian have the same effect on him anymore? If he was in love with Kian, then what did he feel for Shane? why did he spend every minute of every day, hoping to god that Shane would talk to him again? But it couldn't be love, because he loved Kian, didn't he? but deep down he realised, what he felt for Shane was stronger than what he felt for Kian, whatever it was. Then suddenly he felt like the walls were closing in on him, his head began to feel so heavy and his breathing became ragged and intense. He got up from the couch and headed towards the door, he needed fresh air. But when he opened the door, he lost his balance and fell forward, tumbling down the four steps and onto the concrete path.
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