Camp Popstar (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

27. You Couldn't Get More Perfect.

🎶It's all your own and I can tell it comes naturally...🎶

Chapter 27: You couldn't get more Perfect. 🍀

(NIALLS POV)

The day pretty much flew by. For me, at least. Crystal and I hung out, playing random games and laughing nearly nonstop. It was one of the best days of my life. We were actually friends...joking, smiling, and absolutely no awkwardness. It was amazing. I was to busy loving every second with Crystal, that I completely forgot about making a move on her. I forgot that she wasnt mine.

What we doing now-playing around, cracking horrible jokes, laughing for no reason-it all felt so easy, natural even. For me, whenever I was around her I fell deeper. Which was in no way good. I'm not supposed to fall in love. Management told me that I was supposed to stay single. And if I was to stay single...that meant no Crystal. What they didnt know was that I was in to deep to care.

"Niall? Nialler. Ni, youve been zoning out for like the past few minutes." My thought train was cut off by Crystal's light voice and her small hand waving in front of my face.

"Oh, um, sorry Crystal. What were you saying?" I apologized. She giggled-oh my god, I love her giggle-and proceeded to talk.

"I need to go get ready for my 'date' with Harry." she rolled her eyes. I felt a quick pang in my heart at the thought of her with Harry, but instantly shook myself out of it. Its fake. Its all fake.

"Right." I smiled weakly at her, watching as she stood up and walked toward her bedroom door. I sat there, my arms resting on my knees as I folded my hands and let my head droop. I would do anything for Crystal Sanchez. A N Y T H I N G. Suddenly a thought sprang to mind. Maybe...maybe after she got back from her fake date with Harry, I could talk to her. About, you know...'us'. My thought process was again interrupted when Crystal's bedroom door swung open. I felt my jaw drop as I gazed at her, unable to tear my eyes away. She was wearing that white dress. The one id told her would look great.

It was sortof like marilyn monroe style, but instead of the super deep v neck the top of the dress had no straps. A silver choker necklace added to her outifit, only making her look more beautiful. I dont know how to properly describe it...cmon, im a guy. All I know was that she looked perfect. And she wasnt mine tonight. "You look gorgeous." I confessed, making a faint pink blush appear on her cheeks. She was so perfect, god... suddenly Harry barged into the room, wearing a fancy black tux.

"Crystal! You look fiiiiit." Harry smiled at her, drawing out word.

"Fit. As in...?" Crystal asked, confused. She still didnt get a lot of uk terminology.

"Hot, love." Harry smirked at her. I felt the jealousy bubble up in my chest...I wanted to be the only one to make her feel beautiful. Harry walked over to me as Crystal went to get some shoes.

"Relax, Ni. Its all fake, id never steal your girl. As soon as we get back though, I expect you to make a move." Harry whispered to me as soon as Crystal was out of earshot, his eyebrows raised. I smiled and gave him a short nod as Crystal reappeared wearing some silver high heels that made her look...how do I put this...so damn s3xy. She walked quickly across the room, planting a little kiss on my cheek before disappearing with Harry. I felt the familiar warm tingles around the spot where her lips had touched my skin. I wanted more of her. I was selfish; I only want Crystal, but I want her to be mine.

Tonight, im going to make my move. I dont care if management bans me from ever seeing the daylight again. Crystal was all I ever wanted, and I needed her.