Erm... So... Basically (One Direction Fan Fic)

Chapter 11

I sat on the front of my hotel steps, experiencing that same feeling from last night of excitement and nervousness, but multiplied by 10. I looked out into the busy streets, noticing all the people passing me by like nothing. Imagine… imagine in a couple years from now, them noticing  me for me, knowing who I am from my music, and wanting a photo with me… reacting to me like the boys. That was a crazy thought. I couldn’t even wrap my brain around the fact of me being compared to them.

    “Marilynnnnnnn!” A voice yelled from behind the corner, followed by the progressing sound of footsteps increasing. I jumped up, pulled my hair to the right side of my shoulder and ran to the voice. Suddenly, I ran straight into Niall. The two of us burst into shocked laughter, which instantly became noticeable. People were on nearby street corners and were pointing now. I looked up at Niall greatly flustered, wondering if he was going to lead me out of the eye of people or… not. We just sort of moved to an opening in between two of the buildings that was practically invisible, I’m not sure how he found it exactly.

“Look, I can’t stay long, but I did want to give you the CD! And personally tell you how amazing I think you are.” He said to me closely, he’s eyes not meeting mine and focused upon the CD in his hands, which had a noticeable card on it, with LA’s contact information.

“Thank you so much! I’m honestly on cloud 9 at the moment.” I replied, head down.

Simultaneously our downward gaze broke and our eyes met once again. His pale blue eyes looking into mine, then quickly glancing at my lips, which were parted slightly. He released a slight laugh then moved a little closer to my face where our foreheads touched.

Before I could grasp what exactly was happening, he kissed me.

Whoa wait what WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT RIGHT NOW.

Obviously I kissed him back, and enjoyed the softness of it all. He then grabbed my waist after a few seconds with his left arm, and I lightly put my right palm on his cheek.

I was kissing Niall Horan.

He kissed ME.

The funny thing was, I wasn’t at all nervous. It was like kissing someone I had been with a long time. But I enjoyed every second of it.

    When he broke away he looked down at me and smiled, I smiled back in slight confusion to what just happened. The kiss was sweet and natural, but happening then and there just seemed out of place, almost like it was something he wanted to get over with, or out of the way.

“… What just happened?” I laughed due to the silence.

Niall then started to laugh and put his other arm around my waist, this was the hand with the CD in it, so I felt it slightly on my back having the corner poke my side, but I pretended it didn’t bother me.

“I wanted to do that last night but I couldn’t find the courage. I thought this would be a good time!” He said smiling at me, looking for a positive response.

“You’re so firkin cute…” I poked fun with him, while grabbing his hands and swinging them around.

Right then, these two fangirls peered around the corner, luckily they didn’t do that a couple of minutes ago. Niall and I turned our heads to see them looking at us curiously. He then looked at me and said,

“Well, that’s my cue! Better go. Bye, Marilyn! Congrats by the way, this is only the beginning.” He said, while handing me the track.

    Boy was he right…

I watched the blonde head to the girls and put both of his arms over their shoulders, and right before he crossed to where I wouldn’t be able to see him, he sent me a sly little smirk, then walked out of sight.

    For about 30mins I just hung out on the corner of the street—

Yes.

For a good 10 minutes it was “Marilyn’s Corner”, until I found a bench—

processing what was happening in my life at the moment. I’m being considered to perform as an opening act for One Direction, may possibly be being offered a record deal, and this thing I have with Niall Horan.

It’s funny how the last thing not only caught my attention the most, but bothered me at the same time. There was something about the kiss that got me thinking… I really didn’t want any rushing into things when it came to relationships, and especially not right now. I liked Niall… I did. But that’s just it. I didn’t know what could come out of this “like”, and I wasn’t willing to lose something better, on a risk I wasn’t sure about at all yet.

    And Wouldn’t be for awhile…

All I knew was, I wanted to talk to Harry about everything. I didn’t know why, but I wasn’t going to question this initial instinct.

But I was too out of it to call so I kind of just stayed at the bench. Yup.

Harry’s POV

    It was about 11pm when we all finally returned to the hotel. After a full day of recording and meetings, I didn’t feel tired at all. In fact, I wanted to get away from everyone.

    As soon as everyone sat down their stuff, I threw off my shirt and grabbed a comfortable dark purple long sleeve of mine that was on the edge of the couch, and walked back out the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Liam questioned me.

“A walk.” I said, while i continued walking.

“Are you kidding me, man? Well at least tell us where exactly, so we can find you or something.” Zayn chimed in, sarcastically concerned.

“uh…” I started, since I wasn’t quite sure. I pulled out my phone to make it look like I was busy, but Louis saved me.

“He’s walking me over so I can see Lyla, obviously.” He said.

Okay so I guess I was, but this was fine. Maybe I’d see Marilyn.

    When Louis and I made our way to the street, we had not said a word to each other, he knew I had been thinking a lot because my singing in the studio today was superior to an average day. When I have a lot of mind I tend to let it out in my music.

“You’re stressing out over nothing Harry. Honestly, you barely even know her. And she’s practically gone now… I hate to be brutally honest with you but sometimes a bitch slap of life is what you need.” Louis said to me, basically killing me with his serious tone of voice. I wasn’t offended, just confused.

“I shouldn’t get punished by feeling a connection with someone, and what do you mean ‘she’s practically gone’?” I explained and questioned, but right when Louis opened his mouth to speak Niall got out of his car, about 20ft away. He stepped out smiling, like he really accomplished things today. He waved when he saw us and approached us.

“Where you two goin’ at this hour?” He asked.

“Lou wanted to see Lyla er’ something’.” I answered him.

Niall and I were a tad bit off, both of us knew it, but neither of us talked about it.

He nodded his head letting us know he understood.

“Well tell Lyla I said hi!” He responded smiling.

    When the blonde walked away I looked at Louis for an answer to his snappy remark. He glanced at me with concern, appearing like the words that would next flow  from his mouth wouldn’t be something he wanted to say, or something I wanted to hear.

“Niall kissed Marilyn today.” His words broke out like shattered glass.

Okay.

I get it.

I couldn't have her… as a girlfriend.

But I could still love her as a friend.

A connection was a connection, and we certainly had one.

“I’m over it.” I said to Louis, slowly nodding my head slightly up and down.

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