Inspiration [niall horan]

Chapter 2 - Niall, Bel

My heart was doing some strange spazzy stuff when Louis yelled that we had company; either that or it was because Bel and I had just been so close. She made me feel happy when she smiled, and her eyes sparkled in a certain way when she laughed.

"Bel Watson! There you are!" Bel's mouth was wide open as she stared at the middle aged woman in a suit-skirt-thing standing in the middle of our living room.

"Chelsea?" Bel asked no one in particular, taking a step closer to the woman, who glared at her.

"That's me! Where on earth have you been-" 'Chelsea' started to ask Bel, but Bel just launched herself at her.

"Oh my goodness! Where on earth have you been!?" Bel questioned Chelsea, grinning at the lady who merely scowled.

"That's for me to know, and for you to find out. We need another story idea to pitch soon hon, or Medusa's gonna get angry." Chelsea stated, smiling for the first time in our presense.

"Oh jeez," Bel groaned, "Why now? I mean, I have an idea-"

"What!? What is it!?" Chelsea began to jump up and down, grabbing Bel's shoulders.

I made a move to go get Chelsea to calm down, but Bel got there before me, "Chels... It's being developed, it's being developed, so calm down please."

"Alright, alright. Now why are you here Bel? Aren't you supposed to be getting some inspiration?" Chelsea said, obviously very frustrated, as she tapped her foot.

"Because Louis here made me fall over and so they brought me here so they could make it up to me," Bel explained to a very confused Chelsea.

"Oh, well. Toodles! See you later Bel!" Chelsea wiggled her fingers at us as she left.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked as we all sat down and Bel curled into a little ball into my side as she shivered, "Are you cold love? Would you like a blazer of mine?"

"Yes please..." She sniffled a little.

"Harry? Would you grab one of my blazers?" He nodded and I called to him, "Thanks mate!"

As Bel snuggled closer to me, my heart rate increased by factors of 10. Just kidding, I would die, no but seriously, my heart was pounding.

"How about a movie? I mean, I know it's only mid-day, but why not?" Liam offered, shrugging.

"Sure. But no horror movies. None, absolutely not!" Bel insisted, and when we all gave her strange looks, she elucidated, "I hate horror movies because I am absolutely terrified of the dark, and all things that happen in horror movies."

We all grinned, except for Bel, when Louis held up The Shining. Bel squeaked a little and buried her head in my arm. I shook my head as I laughed a little.

"Why not Bride Wars?" Harry asked as he walked back in and tossed my Ireland blazer at Bel.

"Now that is a movie I would gladly watch!" Bel stated, as she pulled on my blazer and snuggled back into me.

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A few hours later, it was getting dark. Bel had left and we were all just kind of sitting around and we didn't know what to do.

"Hey Niall," Zayn asked, cocking an eyebrow at me, "Where's your Ireland blazer?"

I nearly swore as if I had lost it, but then I remember who had it, "Bel. Bel still has it."

I mentaly face palmed, but in truth, I was actually pretty happy. I guess this meant that we could see each other again.

Bel

I walked up the stairs to my flat slowly and tiredly (is that even a word?). I fished out my keys out of my strangely green blazer.

"Wait a minute," I muttered, "I didn't walk out in a green blazer did I? Oh crap!"

I had Niall's blazer. Way to go Bel; you just met an international popstar, and you've already stolen one of their articles of clothing.

"This thing could go for a lot of money," I said to myself as I let myself into my dark flat, "But won't he want it back?"

I continued talking to myself as I turned on the lights, took a shower, and started my dinner. Bluebell meowed loudly and wound herself around my feet as I made myself steak.

"Oh, sorry girl. Give me just a second," I told her and then finished cooking.

It wasn't until then that I realized, truly, how lonely it was to live by myself. All of my friends from UNI (I had dropped out when my writing career had taken off) were either dating, living together, or something like that.

I shook that thought out of my head and fed Bluebell, who merely meowed at me again and went to eat.

"Nice company you are," I snapped at her but then shook my head at myself, "Sorry Bluebell. Just tired."

I imagine that I would look like a complete idiot, talking to me like I was. As well as the fact that I was talking to my cat.

"I need an early night, don't I?" I asked no one in particular, "Definitely do..."

Changing in silence just burdened my mind even more with the fact that I was really, really, really lonely. Sure I had Bluebell, but a cat's company was overshadowed by a human's.

I wanted someone to laugh with, tell jokes, read my stories to, and other simple but important things like that. Bluebell obviously couldn't laugh, tell jokes, she could listen to me read my stories to her, but could she tell me what she thought? No.

I fell asleep thinking of all the things another person in my life could do to my happiness and creativity. I just really needed another human around...