Guardian Angel

Chapter One- I promise

"Just tell him" I said while pacing back and forth in my hotel. "Maybe he'll feel the same way." I said while putting my last shoe on.

My heels clicked across the smooth tile floor as I made my way into the backstage arena. I breathed in and out, trying to keep calm. I was just about to confess to my best friend my true feelings for him. No biggie, right?

I knocked on the door that read 'Harry Styles' and it opened soon after.

"Lyla!" He said while hugging me tightly. "I've missed you! Gosh you've changed! You actually look like a girl now." He winked. Even though he didn't probably know, that hurt. I smiled a bit and decided to get right to the point. "I need to tell you something." I said while biting my lip. "Shoot." He said while plopping down onto the sofa. I sat down next to him and smiled at him. "Okay. I- I love you." I said while playing with my fingers. He started laughing. "Lyla, shut up, no you don't. What kind of joke is this?" He said while standing up.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I shot up from my bed and grabbed my hair. It was just a dream. I slowly pulled my thick blanket off of me and got up. I made my way into the kitchen and poured a bowl of cereal. I have been having dreams like this ever since Harry invited me to London to watch him and his band preform on the X-Factor. I was finally going to confess to him, and I was scared that he was just going to laugh in my face.

My phone vibrated and it was a text from him. "Come by at around 10:30! I can't wait to see you! -Harry"

Great. I have less than an hour to get ready, and I'm going to look like crap while telling him my feelings. I jumped out of the bar stool I was sitting in and ran to the bathroom. I jumped into the shower and started to wash my body.

I jumped out of the shower and started getting dressed. I picked out a nice pair of dark jeans, a blazer, a nice blouse and heels. I blow dried my hair and put it into a nice curly style. I didn't have to straighten it, so why not go natural? After applying my usual makeup, I made my way to the arena.

I became more and more nervous the closer I got to his room. Breathe. Just walk in there and tell him you love him. I opened the door and my heart sunk. Instead of him laughing at me, I might as well have laughed at myself for thinking that he wouldn't have found someone better because there he was with a beautiful blonde girl making out.

They pulled away and looked at me. "Oh. You're here." He said while trying to force a smile. "I'll just wait in- somewhere." I said while closing the door. I ran out and the tears started to fall. I knew I shouldn't have came. A door opened in front of where I was walking and a blonde boy walked out. "Woah! What's wrong?" He asked with an Irish accent. "Nothing." I said still crying. "I'm not dumb. Come on." He said while opening the door back open. I walked in and he followed me.

After explaining to him everything he got up and walked over to a mini fridge he had in his room. He threw me a spoon and a tiny ice cream container.

"She's a slut anyways." He smiled.

I was going to like this Niall kid.