Cry Me A River {Niall Horan Fanfic}

Chapter 1

Few months later on American idol top 10)

"And please welcome to the stage, Angie Miller!" Well, I guess that's my cue. I sauntered onto the stage over to the piano and began playing the tune, waiting for my queue in the song to begin singing

+ There's so much life I've left to live

And this fire is burning still

When I watch you look at me

I think I could find the will

To stand for every dream

And forsake this solid ground

And give up this fear within

Of what would happen if they ever knew

I'm in love with you

'Cause I'd surrender everything

To feel the chance to live again

I reach to you

I know you can feel it too

We'd make it through

A thousand dreams I still believe

I'd make you give them all to me

I'd hold you in my arms and never let go

I surrender

I know I can't survive

Another night away from you

You're the reason I go on

And now I need to live the truth

Right now, there's no better time

From this fear I will break free

And I'll live again with love

And no they can't take that away from me

And they will see

'Cause I'd surrender everything

To feel the chance to live again

I reach to you

I know you can feel it too

We'd make it through

A thousand dreams I still believe

I'd make you give them all to me

I'd hold you in my arms and never let go

I surrender

Every night's getting longer

And this fire is getting stronger, babe

I'll swallow my pride and I'll be alive

Can't you hear my call

I surrender all+

As I was finishing my song looking into the audience, I was met with a pair of beautiful ocean blue eyes. Like literally, I could get lost in them all day, but I can't. I have a boyfriend, James. And I love him. What am I saying? James and I have a great relationship, how could I be falling for someone with a pair of gorgeous eyes? I don't even know his name let alone anything about him. While listening to the judges critique, i couldn't help but to let my mind wander about this boy. I feel like I know him from somewhere along with his four other friends. Hmm. Oh well. A very familiar voice snapped me out of my trance, "Angie Miller, Everybody." Ryan Seacrest announced, earning a loud cheer of clapping and congratulatory whistles were shared throughout the stadium. I waved to the crowd only looking for a slip second and met with blue eyes that were already looking back at me. I sent this unknown boy a smile and made my off of the stage. I walked backstage to the mini fridge and grabbed a water bottle and headed towards the performers seats while in commercial break.

"You did great!" Candice complimented me. "Thank you!" I replied, thanking her. After a while we finished singing but now was the guest performance. Its' some band called One way or something like that. The band gathered on stage and i recognized those eyes anywhere. Those damn blue eyes. Now I have a better take at what he looks like. He has platinum blonde hair with brown roots peeking through, he has perfect straight teeth and a fair complexion. Mr. Mysterious is wearing a black OBEY snapback with light teal lettering and piping with a matching black OBEY sweatshirt with same lettering. He's wearing white skinny jean with white Supra's and an Irish four leaf clover necklace with a leather rope. Maybe he's Irish?

"Hi. We're One Direction. I'm Louis." A Tall fit teenage boy wearing a red and navy blue thin striped shirt and red skinny jeans with suspenders spoke.

"I'm Harry." A cute boy with a mop of curly hazel-nut curls and piercing green eyes spoke

"I'm Liam." A boy with a buzz-cut and a height about 5' 8" said.

"I'm Zayn." A Cute looking Young-man said. He had a very prominent jaw, jet black hair quiff styled, with gorgeous chocolate brown eyes and lots of for-arm tattoos.

"I'm Niall." The adorable young blonde guy said, his irish accent very noticable. In fact, they all had foreign accents. Mostly British, except Niall, Of course.

"And we're performing our new single for comic relief, One way or another." Zayn spoke.

Is that the same one hit wonder by Blondie? Must be. The familiar tune started playing joining by a chorus of beautiful voices. And then it it me, I know them. I KNOW THEM. I wonder if he remembers me. I have no idea... Would he want to remember me? We did have an awful past...