Flash [Niall Horan + One Direction]

five

Asta’s P.O.V.:

It had been a few days and we were now in Madrid where we had to stay for two nights. I hadn’t really spoken to Niall since our argument. Niall made me feel like trash. Like a heartless slut. A useless brat and he didn’t even say much. It was a feeling that I wasn’t familiar with or at least I had forgotten how it felt and it hurt. I realised that this trip had changed me. It had changed me back to the person I once used to be. Niall’s words and the hooking up with Jason in Verona made me feel down. Jason was my ex-boyfriend and I used to be head over heels for him. He really worked so hard to get me and he treated me like a princess until one day when I caught him cheating on me.

FLASHBACK

I was making my way to Jason’s parents’ house. They were on vacation so he had the whole house to himself. We had decided that I would stay at his place for the fourteen days they were gone. Instead of knocking on the door I walked straight in knowing that no one, except from Jason, would be home.

“Jason?” I called out his name when I entered the kitchen. I dropped my overnight bag on the floor and made my way upstairs to his room where I could hear The End of the Innocence by Don Henley in the background. I smiled as it was our song. When I reached his room the door was closed and I slowly opened it because I didn’t want to scare him, but what I saw was nothing I was prepared for. He was on top of a girl, naked. But it wasn’t until he saw me that my windows broke. When he saw that I was standing in the doorway he smirked. That smirk changed my life.

END OF FLASHBACK

Even though we were just 15 I thought he was the love of my life and I thought that we were going to stay together forever. I was young and naive and I swore to myself that I would never let anybody screw me over like he did. I felt so ashamed and used and it didn’t help that I had let him take my v-card. But despite everything he never left my mind. He was my first love and as the years passed by I realised that I still loved him. We began hanging out again and having casual sex. When we met in Verona we hadn’t seen each other or spoken for a while and when I saw him all my feelings just came back. There was just something about him that made me fall head over heels and get my hopes up even though he kept screwing me over. Whenever I saw him he would mess with my head and make me fall in love with him by saying sweet things to me. He was so seductive and irrisistable.

It had been four days and in those four days I had stayed to myself as much as possible. I hadn’t been watching the guys perform instead I had been on the bus or in the hotel rooms playing the guitar. I would steal one of the guys’ when they weren’t around. They didn’t know I could play and they didn’t have to know – it was my secret. I used to play the guitar all the time and I was one of those people who brought it with me everywhere I went but somewhere along the road I lost my passion; but it seemed like I had found it again. Just as my feelings for Jason bottles up again.

I strummed the guitar I had “borrowed” from Niall without him noticing it. I cleared my throat before I started singing.

Niall’s P.O.V.:

We had just finished our first gig in Madrid and the crowd had been absolutely mental. I couldn’t believe the European part of the tour was soon over. I was looking forward to some days off but I seriously wanted to play more dates in Europe too. I was walking back to the rooms with Helene, Liam, Zayn and Harry. When we walked by Asta’s room Helene stopped in her steps.

“Listen,” She said and we stopped to listen. Asta was playing the guitar. I didn’t know she could play. “She hasn’t played in ages,” Helene said and smiled. “She used to play all the time and she just stopped all of a sudden,” We stood and listened for a little longer and when we were about to walk away Asta started singing.