Nobody Compares

Chapter 42-I'd Rather Be Anywhere But Here Without You

Longer chapter to make up for last chapter<4

"I do too babe. I was born here!" He giggled a little. "Tomorrow we are going to a dinner for my aunt. She's getting married on Friday, but the dinner is Tuesday."

"Why don't we go to her wedding? I can stay here for a day and you could go. We could drive home. Its only like a 10 hour drive. I can drive, take breaks if needed." I wanted Niall to go to his aunt's wedding. Surely he was invited. I'm sure we could leave Friday after the wedding in time for Saturday. The rest of the boys decided to play there too, so thousands were expected. All the procedes were going to a breast cancer thing. 

"I guess we could go to the wedding. You can come, don't be silly. And we can take turns driving. I guess we could go shopping. I need a real tuxedo. That one was big, it was my brothers. And I could buy you a dress." I raised my eyebrows at the blonde man that stole billions of hearts, including mine.

"Well, Horan. I don't know if you know, but you're not the only famous, world known singer. I can get my own dress."

"But the man is supposed to shower the girl with whatever she wants. Last time I checked, which was this morning, I was the man." 

"Niall! You are so dirty!" I tried to be serious, but really who couldn't laugh at THAT. "So what do we do today?" I asked as I pulled a shirt that said: Swagger. The way a person walks, talks, etc. Note: if you have to look it up, you don't have swag. And joggers. I quickly changed, and put my hair in a messy bun. I might be a super rich famous person, but I don't need to get fancied up to go out shopping. 

"Sight seeing, shopping. Mostly shopping. Nothing is really famous from Ireland. My mum wanted to go shopping with you, too. You don't have to though. She'd understand. I know how she can be sometimes, I mean I had to deal-"

"I would love too!" I brightened at the idea of bonding with his mum. I can't believe how nervous I was, but she turned out like a really nice woman. "I can get my dress with her later."

He eyed me suspiciously. "Really?"His voice went up at the 'y'. [A/N like in the one video where a fan says he's handsome/hot and he's like "Really?" and smiled so bigely :) Wow I can just imagine it

"Well, how about we .... hm. Let's talk to some fans!" He gave me the are-you-crazy look. "What?"

"There are at least a thousand fans out there. Are you trying to get me killed?" He raised his eyebrow. "You are, aren't you?" 

"Okay, let's have a Twitcam, I'll get my laptop." I opened my suitcase, unzipping the large pink suitcase. I pulled the laptop out before Niall could refuse. Why not talk and communicate with fans. I've followed over 500,000 fans.

I lifted the laptop's top screen, revealing the screen. I turned it on and got to Twitter. I alerted everyone I was doing a twitcam, as I got it all set up. Niall put his arm around me, and I cuddled into him. I got comments calling me a whore, a slut, but Niall reassuringly squeezed my arm. "It's fine," he whispered in my ear.

I nodded, and grabbed his hand. Suddenly all these comments turned to, "You were abused?" "He almost killed you!" "I'm sorry for calling you a slut." I gave Niall a confused, look, but he shrugged.

"Uh..." I said thinking of a way to get out of the twicam. "I got to go! Bye guys!" I quickly exitted and checked my interactions. Besides the hateful, "Attention whore" and "ugly bitch!" tweets most were about being abused, then one said "Jake hurt you ? :c" 

"Oh no!" I cried. I searched my name and Jake's on Google and the last article had an interesting title. Piper Clark: domesticly abused by ex-boyfriend Jake? The secrets finally come out.