Nobody Compares

Chapter 48- I Was Really In Love

"Come upstairs with me." I nodded, and followed. I looked around at the whole lobby. They were staring at me curiously. Just then it hit me. The paparazzi. They probably got good footage of me crying. But really, why do I care? I loved Niall, and it proved how much I did.

We got in the elevator, and that was when I did accept his gesture of holding my hand. He squeezed it tightly, so tight I almost lost my feeling. "I'll never lose you again, Piper. Never. Even if it means I have to starve. I will always love you, no matter what."

I rested my ear on his shoulder, and felt warmth run through me. My life seemed to be cliche, but it was ... perfect. I'd rather my life be cliche and cheesy instead of it being horrible and unbearable. I'd rather it be like this than anything else. It was perfect, despite the few bumps we did have.

We got up to our room and he slid the key into the door card reader. After a few seconds it blinked and we entered the wonderful room of ours. On the small table in the kitchen part of the room was a blue table cloth with a huge roast in the middle. It had beef stew all around it. It made the room smell delicious. My stomach growled and I realized I hadn't eaten since last night, hadn't drunk anything since the one shot of vodka.

Next to the platter of pot roast and stew was a silver bowl of nuts and two glasses with a bowl of ice with champagne in the middle. How wonderful. "The legal drinking age in Ireland is 18," Niall said blankly. He pulled my chair out for me and sat down. "Later today we had a wedding to go to. There will be more people there today then the dinner last night."

I loved Niall's family. They were all bubbly and nice like him. They were all happy all the time, it seemed. The couple that were getting married were so nice together. They had to be in their 40's but acted as if they were to be forever young. [A/N I'm sorry its just right there for me to pun! I'm sorry my fellow readers who I have yet to thank. Also I have no idea when this will be posted but the day this very comment was written on is 2-3-13. Happy late birthday Harry! In the story lets just say his birthday is in a few weeks. Oh, I have no idea if I mentioned it but constructive critism is very welcome. I'm done blabbering on. Bye! Xx] They were a cute couple, as a matter of fact.

I put a sticky note on my brain, reminding myself to thank Maura for taking me in. My stomach grumbled, so Niall began to cut the meat. [A/N its me again on 2-3 just to say MEAT NOT CHEESE. (A/N inside A/N I like cheese though ... ) but Niall cut the meat this time. Meat. Not cheese. Meattttt] He threw a slab of roast on my plate, its stew hitting me in the face as it plopped onto my china plate. We both laughed as I wiped it cleanly off my place.

*My filler sucked for it so we're skipping the dinner. They ate. They're getting ready. *

I tugged at the hem of my puffy pink dress, trying to pull it down as far as I could. I tried it on at the store but the dress seemed to be a perfect size at that time. I looked in the body mirror on the heavy wooden door.

"Are you okay in there?" I just got out of the shower and I just finally got the dress on up my body.

"Yeah," I answered, brushing my eyelashes with mascara. I pulled them straight. I blow dried my hair, and sprayed it in place. I straightened it when it was stiff so it stayed. I brushed my eyelids with shiny gold eye shadow.

A/N IF YOU HAVEN'T FIGURED IT OUT YET THE CHAPTER TITLE MEANS NOTHING. NO HINTS. JUST SONG LYRICS. CURRENTLY ON MY Up All Night <3 PLAYLIST ON SPOTIFY SO WHATEVER THE LYRICS ARE PLAYING, I WRITE.