Diall: The Untold Story

Chapter 7: Not What I Expected

I saw Demi again at the finale for XFactor in the states, but we had barely any time to talk. We both had rehearsals and backstage was too crowded to hold a conversation comfortably. On top of that, the one place we thought we were saved from paparazzi was ruined when someone snapped a photo of us chatting. I looked like an eager puppy while Demi looked annoyed. She was stressed; people read it wrong.

A few months later, Demi and I met again at the Brit Awards after party. It was the new year and for once I thought I might actually have a chance with my dream girl. Throughout the whole awards show I got really anxious to meet up with her again. We’ve hung out before, but this time was different. This time I had a strong feeling it would finally go my way.

I decided to text Demi. I was getting impatient.

Me: Can’t wait to see your face ;)

Demi: Right back at cha my wee irish man haha

Me: I hope you do know that I’m taller than you shorty

Demi: But only because I’m not wearing heels. Damn boot

Me: See you soon my crippled darling

Demi: >:(

Demi broke her fibula which I thought was kind of funny. It was only a matter of time that one of her falls would cause something to break.

Directly after the show ended, the lads and I went to the after party. I was originally going to wait for Demi by the entrance, but Harry dragged me off to the dance floor. We danced like goofballs until Harry found a girl to chat with. I love these types of parties. No one cares how well known you are and I can feel like a normal teenage boy.  

I wandered off to a less crowded space where I was going to look for Demi. Just as I was about to give up and text her, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a small gorgeous brunette wearing a red jacket, black skirt, a boot, and holding a cane. I pulled Demi into a tight embrace. “Welcome to my turf.” I said in her ear. We usually met up in LA; this was the first time we met in the UK. I pulled out of the hug and noticed her security guard standing behind her. My face fell a bit. I was hoping for one-on-one time with her. She must’ve noticed my eyes fall to him because she whispered something in his ear, then he left.  

“Come on Niall, let’s dance!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor. Not even a minute into it we both had huge grins plastered on our faces. My nerves eased up, but my bladder didn’t. I didn’t realize how bad I to go until I was moving around a lot.

“I’ll be right back. I have to use the loo.” I did my business, fixed my hair a bit then came back to Demi, but when I returned she seemed more loose and free. We went straight back to dancing, but somewhere in between the music my hands found their way to her hips and the back of her body up against mine. Our hips moved in synch. Something physical was finally happening between us. Then out of nowhere Demi turned around and planted her lips on mine. Kissing Demi was everything I ever wanted, but this Demi didn’t feel like the Demi I knew. It wasn’t right. I softy pushed her away.

“Is this because I’m dating Wilmer? Babe, he’s in another country, so it doesn’t matter.” Her words slurred a bit. She must’ve gotten a drink when I left. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. I wouldn’t have been mad about the alcohol if she hadn’t been telling everyone “sober is sexy.” On top of that, she never told me she was dating Wilmer. I heard rumors, but I ignored them. I thought Demi would have told me. I thought Demi was waiting for me, until she was ready to love again.

“I can’t believe you.” I was so conflicted. Demi wasn’t being the Demi I knew and fell in love with, but at the same time the sober Demi didn’t tell me about Wilmer either.

“I’m just tipsy. I don’t consider that drinking.” She used air quotes when she said “drinking”.

“It’s not that.” My tone grew harsher.

“What’s wrong then? You don’t like me?”

I took a deep breath so I wouldn’t end up shouting at her. The last thing I wanted her to think was that I didn’t like her. “I like you so much and that’s why this is really hard for me to not kiss you right now, but I don’t want to be the one you cheat with. If we do this, we do this right.” I stared into her eyes to make sure she got that message before saying, “Goodnight Demi,” and walking away.

I found the lads, said goodbye to them all, and then left. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to go home and try to forget what happened, at the very least, move on from it. I had to accept Demi was Wilmer’s girl, not mine and she wouldn’t be mine for a while, but that doesn’t mean to give up. I don’t think I could ever give up on Demi. She’s the kind of girl that only comes around once in a blue and if you get her, you hold on to her for as long as you can.   

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