Skylar Collins worked her ass off to get to where she is. So, becoming best friends with Niall Horan and Louis Tomlinson was just an extra added bonus.
Where friendship came easy with Niall and Louis, Skylar and Harry struggle to even talk to each...
He didn't say anything else, he wrapped his arms around me and held me. The hug was warm and tight, like he was scared of letting go and losing me. I wasn't ready to open up to Louis. I was glad he didn't press me to say anything else, he just held onto me.
"How much of that did you hear?" I say, breaking the silence.
"Skylar listen to me." He pulls away, locking his fingers in mine and leading me to the couch. We sit down. "You don't have to hide from me. I don't know that much about your past, and I don't know who or what has hurt you, but I'm here for you, and I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to be here for you to lean on forever." His words bring tears to my eyes.
"Louis," I say, my voice breaking slightly. He squeezes my hand. How many people have told me that? "I'm here for you always." Where are they now? They don't care.
Louis stands up and gets a water out of my fridge. He opens it and hands it to me. He deserves to know. He deserves to know my past. But Niall will be here any minute, and it's just not a good time. One day, I'll tell him. I sip the water. No tears left my eyes, so I should look okay. I open up a binder and start strumming and writing.
When we wrap up writing around 4:15. I finished the song, but I didn't like it very much. It was about an ex, nothing more.
Does her hand fit in yours like mine did? We both fell for your perfect eyes, so likeminded...
When I am leaving the studio, Niall offers to walk me home. I accept, and walk with him. Somehow, we aren't bombarded by paps or fans, so I have some peaceful time with him, alone. While we walk, he doesn't ask about the papers, or the song. He simply just asks me questions about my life. My favorite food, favorite song, where I grew up. He's getting to know me.
"What's you're favorite color?" He asks.
"Pink," I reply. "Can I ask you a question now?"
"Fire away."
"Why did you walk me home?"
He stops looking at me. "I don't know how to explain it, but you know how when you have a crush on someone you want to be with them, like you want them to be yours? I feel like that, but it's not a crush, it's more like I want to be friends with you? I don't know." I nod, surprisingly understanding what he's saying.
"A friend crush," I say, stopping at the door to my apartment building.
"Exactly."
"Thank you for walking me home."
"Of course! I'll see you at dinner tonight then?"
"Yeah. See you later." I turn around and head up to my apartment. When I get there, I turn on my speakers. I realize I surround myself with music. I fall asleep to it, listen to it while I get ready for my day, while I walk places, in the car, while I do stuff at home, any time I can. When I'm not listening to music, I'm making music. Infinity plays on my speaker as I pull my shoulder length golden brown hair into a low ponytail. I leave out the front pieces and curl them. My mom used to tell me it looked stupid like that, but I look like a guy if I pull all of it back. I change into a brown skirt and a puffy white blouse, put on some light makeup and perfume, and add a few rings and a necklace to my outfit.
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