When I met you

Chapter twenty-six

Niall's POV

I was walking on the streets of London, inhaling the cool December air. People never recognized me in these clothes: sweatpants, black hoodie, snapback, sunglasses and a fake mustache. I'm such a genius. My mind drifted to my non-existing love life. My charms were never enough for anyone. Regardless being in the world's famous boyband, I look quite good but I don't understand why people won't like me as Niall not Niall-from-One-Direction.
"Niall?" Shit, I shouldn't be seen.

I looked up to see who was calling for me, and I was relieved. "Diana," I scratched my head, "what are you doing in here?" Over the past few weeks, I was avoiding her-not that I was mad at her, no, I was giving her space. "Are you wearing a mustache?" She looked like she was stopping herself from laughing, "everyone buys it, why couldn't you?" I consciously removed the black itchy thing from the space between my mouth and my nose. She shrugged and went silent, glaring at the ground. I was hesitant to touch her, but I did it anyway. I placed my fingers on her chin and tilt it up so that she can look at me. "Why are you avoiding me?" She whispered, not looking at me.

"It doesn't matter." I removed my fingers from her and started to walk away, suddenly missing the warmth of her presence. I love Diana, I know I do. I love her with all my life and every particle of my body. I have to give her space I have to let her breathe I have to-
"I missed you." She said, a little bit loudly so I could hear.

Six more steps forward.
Six more and I'm out of here.

I found myself turning around, walking in a fast pace towards her and hugged her. Her slim and petite body so perfect with mine. My arms were wrapped around her waist, my chin on her hair. She hesitantly moved her hands around my torso, her face buried on my chest. "I thought I could survive without you." I said softly. "I don't understand," she sniffed, "why are you being so distant?" I kissed her head, "You needed space, Di."
"No, I don't. I needed you more, I couldn't handle what was happening."
"Come on, we should get out of here."

I pulled away from her embrace and took her tiny hand. We started running in case someone spotted us and start ridiculous rumors. Panting, we arrived at our fat. I struggled to get my keys, "Niall, you know that we can knock, right?" I mentally face palmed myself and knocked on the door. "Coming!" I heard Liam's voice and heavy footsteps.

"Where have you been?" He asked as soon as he saw me, "Hey, Diana." He grinned and closed the door when we entered. "Just strolling and she found me there." I removed my sunglasses and snapback, wiping my sweaty face. "I need a shower." I declared, "make yourself at home, Di." She nodded and I headed to my room.

I stripped from my clothes and threw it across the room, walking towards the bathroom. I saw my reflection from the mirror and i saw my tired looking face. My eyes were dull and bags were under it, my hair all messed up and needs a haircut, and I seriously need to shave. I stepped in the shower and was greeted by the warm water, not bothering to move just one bit.

Diana wasn't my first love, in fact, she was the 3rd girl I fell in love with. The first one when I was in third grade. Pathetic i know, but I fell in love with her the moment I laid my eyes on her. She was wearing this cute pigtails and was always working on coloring rainbows and unicorns. I couldn't stop thinking about her, she was my happiness. Her laugh made me escape the world I was suffering in to a different one; the one filled with hope. I never knew Niall Horan could be that deep in the age of eight. I knew it was only an infatuation, but I still called it love.

The second one when I was fourteen, two years before I met Diana. Her name was Skyler and Sky was her nickname. Her eyes matched with the color of the sky- a bright blue. Her eyes never failed to amaze me. Sometimes, I couldn't decribe the kind of blue in her eyes. Different emotion, different shade. Still beautiful. I never had the guts to ask her out, but we were close friends. She would skip classes with me only to buy her favorite chocolate bar. She appreciated little things and I loved her for that. But then I got crushed when I heard the news that she passed because of leukemia. She never metioned it to me and I realized that she doesn't need to. I was not her boyfriend, but I wished for it to happen.