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Chaper 6 (Niall's POV)

What was I doing? Standing in the middle of the street holding a girl that I barely even know in a tight embrace. Most people would say I've gone mental, but I've pretty much learned to ignore what those people say.

She looked so broken and fragile. It was as if I let her go she would break into a million pieces and disperse into nothing at all. I wanted to know why. Why she was like this, why she broke down after that phone call. But the last thing I needed to do right now was push her even more.

"Shh, it's okay." I cooed, "can I know what happened?"

"She didn't say it, Niall, my own mother didn't say it." she cried into my chest.

I sighed, seeing her like this is really starting to get to me and I have no idea why, I usually never worry about people I just met but something told me this girl was different. "What couldn't she say?"

She inhaled a deep breath, "I told her I loved her and she just said 'yeah, bye' what kind of mother says that?"

"Maybe she was just busy and she didn't really think about saying it since you know she loves you already and-"

"That's the thing, I don't think she loves me anymore." she said, her voice was barely above a whisper but I heard it and for some reason it broke my heart.

"What makes you think that Natalie?" I asked, "I'm sure she does, I'm actually positive."

By now her breathing was back to normal but I knew she was still upset, "A lot of things make me think she doesn't and it's just hard. I hate breaking down like this, I absolutely hate it. But I guess this is what happens when I have no one to talk to but myself."

"You can talk to me."

She tilted her head up and her dark brown, almost black eyes met mine. I know this isn't the right time to be thinking about this, but she really is beautiful. There's something about her eyes that captivate me, they're doing it now just like when I first locked eyes with her at the concert just a few hours ago.

Unlike a few hours ago though, her eyes aren't sparkling. I want to see that same sparkle, I crave it. It might sound weird or maybe even stupid, I even think it's stupid but I can't help it. I feel protective over her, why? I don't know. Is it a good thing? Maybe, but most likely it's not. I haven't known this girl for very long, only for two days and already she has me worrying about her, much like I was when Louis brought her home and told me to look after her for the night.

"Really? I can?" she asked and I nodded.

"Well, I don't know, it's just that my mom would rather be with my older sister than with me I guess. And-"

"Wait," I cut her off, "we should go in there." I pointed out a starbucks that was across the street.

She nodded, "okay."

She let go of me and took a step back. Her face was tear stained but she was no longer crying. Still, she was rubbing her eyes hastily. Knowing that would only make her eyes more irritated, I pulled her hand away from her face and lightly shook my head.

"You shouldn't do that." I wrapped my hand around her wrist and started to walk. I had to tug her a little to get her to walk, she was probably confused as to why I did that. Honestly, I was confused myself.

After walking across the street, we entered the Starbucks and found it to be empty which was about the greatest thing ever for me because that meant no fans. I mean don't get me wrong, I love our fans, it's just sometimes I need a private moment and right now would be one of those times. I made sure to lead her to the far back left corner and I sat with my back to the door just in case some fans did walk in. I didn't really want to be interrupted or noticed.