Lights, Camera, Action [N.H]

06

getting the hang of writing longer chapters now, so stay tuned for them! I think ill try to put a "song of the chapter" from now on, but it's hard to pinpoint certain ones for each chapter so I may do it if I really feel it's important.

As I took myself back to my room, I realised like a stupid, idiotic version of Cinderella, in such a rush to run away from Niall, the man I'd loved and adored since I was a child, I forgot to grab my room keycard on my sprint out of his room. I sat outside of my room, staring at the door, hoping it would magically open, I had my phone, but not the dignity or courage to text him from it. What the fuck do you even say? It was now 4:29 am. It had been a short while, he was probably asleep, wondering why I accosted him during his sleep. I felt pathetic and cowardly. Who the fuck demands to speak to someone, insults them, and then runs away? Me. That's who. I was horrified.

It felt like too many good things happened at once and I somehow had to ruin it, because apparently, I can't have nice things. I turned around, shoved my back against my door, and slid myself down it until I reached the floor, leaning my head back onto the door and sighing in defeat. I don't know how long I sat there, contemplating, before I heard an elevator door ding up the hall. I watched the doors slide open, wondering who else would be up at this time, and a familiar head of brunette waves popped out, looking each way before noticing me, the only person out and about at the ripe hour of 4 am, and walked towards me. Now. Now was the time I definitely wanted to die of embarrassment. I buried my head in between my legs, covering the remainder of my face with my arms in shame. I felt a piece of plastic touch my arm, and I looked up to find Niall holding my keycard, handing it to me. His eyes still glistened, this time it seemed to be with disappointment, which I couldn't blame him for.

"I'm so sorry, Niall I just..." I muttered before he cut me off,

"I'm very confused now, Daphne." He stared at me as I took the card, standing up, "I called Claire to find out what room you were in 'cause I didn't even know. Figured you couldn't sleep without it." He said, trying to ease through the tension with facts. I smiled at him. "I didn't mean to make you upset, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have." He said as I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He was sorry to me?

"What? Why are you sorry? I'm the one that accosted you at 4 am and demanded you speak to me like some kind of witch." I tried to joke, to ease the tension. It was looking at him again that made me realise that in fact the disappointment in his eyes was because he wanted to protect me, and I was making it seem like it was a mistake, an insult. I screamed in my own head, for fucks sake, Daphne, fix this.

"Niall, I'm sorry for ambushing you. I just had so much information come up all at once and I am so sorry..." I trailed off. I felt ridiculous for being so shy now because being not shy got me here in the first place.

"So you'll... still consider touring?" He asked. I gulped again, having the feeling of butterflies grow in my stomach. I nodded at him,

"Yes, I just got scared. And a bit carried away. And a bit nervous. And a bit all-over horrified." I rambled, as he laughed. "Is my stress funny?" I questioned.

"Why are you so scared of me?" He asked, stepping just ever so slightly closer to me. I looked him up and down. I wasn't scared of him. I was scared of his boxers peeking above his pyjama shorts. Of his biceps basically popping the white shirt off his body as it barely fit his circumference. Of the way his hair fell softly against the sides of his head, and over his forehead. I wasn't scared of him. Just scared of messing up. Or the fact that I had no idea what was happening or where it was going, or why he was so close to me. But not him.

"I'm not scared of you." I truthfully said. "I just..." I trailed off, suddenly at a loss for words as he inched closer to me, "Am worried." I mumbled.