Nobody Compares

Chapter Nineteen- Birthdays Celebrated With A Crush

"I didn't forget you told me you wanted to talk to me yesterday." I hoped he forgot, because I didn't want to talk. I had no interest in speaking with him. I didn't want to recall anything. "What did you want to talk about?" He closed the door shut, and sat on my bed, facing me.

"Uh, nothing!" I said it to fast. "Nothing," I said more convincing. Maybe if I denied everything, even about wanting to talk, he might go away. 

"No, just tell me. Please," he pleaded, obviously wanting me too. He needed to know the truth. He had to know. He had to know that I was raped. He had to know I liked him. I couldn't deny the feelings. 

"Niall, I like you." It fell out of my mouth before I could react. My eyes searched the room, trying to see if he heard me, and he did. I stood up. And turned beet red. I heard Niall saying something but I just placed my hand on my forehead.

I didn't realize what my problem was. I couldn't like him, I mean I couldn't! I would definetly be known as a whore. I was still dating Jake to the public. No one knew he was a murderer. Oh dear god. I dated a murderer. 

"Piper!" Niall screamed. I looked at him blankly, and upset. He knew I liked him, and now he was angry. I can't possibly blame him though. I mean an ugly, fat, celebrity liking you? I wouldn't be happy about it either.

"Oh my, Niall I'm so sorry! I can't believe I did that, I am so sorry!" I began crying, but he stood up, pulling me to sit down. He faced me, with his arm around my shoulder, and my hands holding my face, preventing me from looking at him. 

"Its fine, Piper. Its okay." I knew it. He didn't like me back. "I think its dinner time. Lets eat! You haven't eaten since yesterday."

I wasn't in the mood for food. I was crushed when Niall didn't say he liked me back. I shouldn't have said anything. I should've kept my big mouth shut.

I didn't say anything at all when I sat in the plane's seat and got a bite. Casinia sat at a small table with me and Niall sat with a boy worker. They chatted lightly. Casinia noticed I was quiet, but she kept speaking.

"Yeah so my cat ate it and then threw it up! I made my boyfriend clean it up, but he got mad so he broke up with me, so oh well. And when I picked it up out of the throw up, it was slimy and gross!" She was talking about a engagement ring. I guess her boyfriend didn't want her to have the engagement ring.

I didn't listen to her, I just tried to listen to Nialls conversation. I heard his friend say, "Yeah" a few times, but otherwise I heard nothing. 

"What should I do?" Niall asked. As I looked at the unknown mush on my plate, I saw a blonde wave of hair look over here quickly.

"Tell her the truth, whatever it may be." The boy he was talking to was trying to be quiet but he was very loud. Then I got an idea. I'm obviously acting sad, but why should I? Why give Niall the satisfaction of that? 

"So Cas..." I said loudly. I looked out the window. We were approaching an odd land. I had no idea where it was. "Do you want to hang in my room for a while?" 

"I have to work ...."

"Well what do you have to do?" I fiddled with the green noddles and mushy substance as I smiled, fakely. 

"Well techinically nothing but watch over you, and do whatever you say."

"Come on, I order you to hang with me in my room." We threw our food, and made sure Niall saw us go into my room. When I shut the door, I broke down in tears. I couldn't hold it in.

"What's wrong?" She kneeled down beside me to see what was wrong. I put my finger to my lips and pointed my thumb to Niall's room. "Niall?"

I nodded. I sat her on the bed and explained everything. "Well a year ago I kissed him. We kissed. I loved it. I felt fireworks, but I couldn't let the public know because I just ended my fake relationship with Bo. The public eye saw, so I went on a short vacation alone. I met Jake, and he threatened me by saying he'd tell the public I liked Niall and all this other bullshit. I had to pretend to like Jake."

She was intentively listening. "So," I said continueing. "Then he ... hurt me. He hit me and things. And then just an hour ago I told Niall I liked him, but he didn't say anything! He was like 'It's okay, it's going to be fine.'"

"Oh.." She placed her hand on my back, and rubbed lightly. "That's what they were talking about." I nodded lightly. "Well at least your landing soon!" 

"Where am I staying?" 

"I have no idea, truthfully. All I know it that you both are going to be dropped off and having to stay in a cabin with a few FBI agents." My eyes widened. I hadnt realized that I wouldn't have any privacy. Worse of all I told Niall I liked him, but he didn't like me back and now I had to stay with him for god knows how long. She saw my eyes widen and finished her already finished sentence. "You're staying IN a FBI agents cabin. Not with them!" 

"Oh, okay. But, but what do I do about hm hm?!" I grabbed a tissue that sat in a box nearby. I blew my nose into it. I sobbed loudly, until I realized Niall had to be finished with his dinner by now. It had at least been 30 minutes since I sat down to eat- and Niall was already down there to eat. 

"Oh honey," I looked into Casinia's eyes. She looked sad. "It'll be fine. You'll find someone new." I opened my mouth to speak, but a knock came to the door before I could. 

"Piper?" I looked at Casinia like a dog was about to attack me. "Can we talk?" I stood up in front of the small mirror and covered my eyes in blush and coverup to hide the red and swollenness. Casinia looked up cautiously, questioning where to go. "Piper, are you in there?" 

I pushed Casinia into the tiny closet, and opened the door before Niall grew impatient. "One second!" I pushed my tissues into the toilet and flushed. After I did a double check of my make up, I opened the door for Niall. "Come in."

"Listen-" we both said at the same time. "I-" 

"You can go first," Niall said laughing.

"No, I insist you go first." I faked a smile at him, but I truly was thinking about him. How he was just so ... perfect. How he didn't care if someone thought something bad about him. How he just acted himself. He didn't try to act like someone he wasn't. He was a natural, and it killed me how I thought so much about him and he didn't think of me like that.

"Okay," he whispered looking at me, and turning his body, "well I know it was your birthday and you had to leave with me, but your dad, brother and sister gave me your presents."

I was disappointed that was all. He told me come to his to get the 3 presents, so I did. They were all wrapped in blue sparkly paper, with a professional bow. One was really big, another fairly large size and one was a DVD or CD, one or the other.

"Thanks," I said sitting on the bed. I grabbed the small one first. It was an envelope, with a letter and a CD, of Sleeping With Sirens, the one I didn't have, Let's Cheer to This.