MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Even though it's like the 29th. Did you all have a good christmas? What did you get? I got a new camera!! It's amazing! :) I had LOADS of comments on the previous chapter, I was like "OMG PEOPLE LOVE ME!" but yeah.. 69 FANS! Ahahahaha!! So immature. Sorry. Enjoy chapter 15, comment, vote, fan??? :D
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(Niall’s P.O.V)
I always hated walking through the busy streets of London. For one thing I had to have my hood up and a pair of sunglasses on so I wasn’t recognised. And secondly, it was so crowded it made my head hurt. I was walking down the road, minding my own business and trying not to get noticed, when someone walked into me.
"Ouch!" I yelped.
"Sorry." Someone mumbled. I then realised that they had dropped several things onto the floor. I quickly bent down and started helping her.
"Here." I said passing her some keys she dropped.
"Thanks, hold on, aren’t you…" she began before I covered her mouth.
"Shhh, please don’t. I’m trying not to get noticed right now." I told her and removed my hand.
"Ok, that’s fine. I just can’t believe I just met you." She said.
"Well, I am here quite often." I said. She smiled and brushed her platinum blonde hair out of her face.
"I’m Alisha." She told me.
"Nice to meet you Alisha. How about I buy you a coffee to make up for bumping into you?" I asked, trying to be polite. Plus I felt bad for walking into her.
"Sure, ok then." She said, smiling again.
We were both sat down at a table in a little café. She kept talking, I wasn’t listening. Not because I was being rude, but because I just felt so depressed that I couldn’t concentrate.
"Um, are you listening?" Alisha asked, causing me to pay attention.
"What? Erm, yeah…no. Sorry." I mumbled, feeling really bad now.
"Oh, was I boring you?" she said, I was a little overwhelmed because she sounded irritated and rude.
"No, no. I was just thinking about something. I’m sorry. I don’t blame you for being mad," I told her.
"I’m not mad. Just a little annoyed, not many guys block me out." She fluffed her hair then lent across the table towards me. "You know, I think thaat you and I should go out. On a proper date." She told me. I wanted to say no, but then I though that maybe it would take my mind off Mara.
"Yeah, ok." I said.
"Great!" she started writing on a napkin, "Here’s my number, call me and we can arrange it. Right now though, I have to get to work." She said pulling her bright pink jacket on.
"Ok." I said, uninterested.
"See you later." She said and winked as she left. What the hell was I thinking? When do I go out with girls like that? It was obvious I was missing Mara, but going out with Alisha? Would that really help anything. I stared at the napkin with her number on it. Wondering weather to put it in the bin or not. She really wasn’t my type. But I wasn’t going to get Mara back was I? I slipped the napkin into my pocket and headed to rehearsal.
I walked in to see the boys waiting for me.
"You’re late." Liam pointed out.
"I’m not that late, only 10 minutes." I said taking my jacket off.
"Yeah well you’re still late." Liam was obviously annoyed with me. I rolled my eyes.
"Niall, we’re worried about you." Zayn told me.
"Why?" I asked.
"Lately you’ve been acting…strange. Like you don’t really care anymore." He said.
"And?" I asked him.
"We just don’t want to see anything bad happen to you." Louis told me.
"Why would…" I began but our manager interrupted me.
"Right guys, no more messing around. I need you to give a great performance on Saturday, please don’t let me down." He told us then left. We then began rehearsals and I made sure I didn’t fall behind. I wasn’t going to give the boys another reason to be mad at me.
"All right, 15 minute break guys." Harry said as he and Louis went to get drinks. Liam and Zayn sat down, chatting. I went over to my jacket and pulled out my phone, then I stuck my hand in my jeans pocket and pulled out the napkin and slowly punched in the scribbled number into my phone. My brain screamed ‘NO!’ but my broken heart told me ‘it doesn’t matter anymore’.
"Hello?" I heard the slightly familiar squeaky voice on the other end of the phone.
"Hi, it’s Niall. So, about that date…"
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