Niall James Horan P.O.V.
The tears streamed down my face as I inhaled the scent of Demi’s t-shirt which she forgot. The girl I met made me forget about Demi for a moment, but now I’m back, the tears came back too. I know I just met her, but she already was so special to me, since the moment I saw her. I just felt a lot of affection towards this amazing girl. I kissed her… she kissed me back… it was just a small kiss, but it felt so special. Well, at least it did to me. I thought I meant something to her too, but it appeared she had a freaking boyfriend! A scary one too. I wish I could be that guy, the one that makes her happy. The one she would wake up next to every morning, kissing her awake. There was a knock on my door and I quickly hid the t-shirt, but stayed silent. ‘Bro, how are you?’ I feel the bed dipping in, meaning Zayn sat down next to me. I lifted my shoulders, slightly annoyed. Can’t he tell I just wanted to be alone?! What does he think? That I’ll just tell him everything is fine, while the girl I care for kissed another guy right in front of me? ‘She really hurt you, didn’t she?’ he asked me and I feel his hand petting my shoulder, as I was still with my back turned to him. ‘Zayn, she kissed me, this morning she told me she had a boyfriend and he kissed her in front of me. How do you think I feel?!’ I bit at him. Zayn stayed silent and looked away. I turned around to face him and sat up a bit, my elbows supporting the weight of my body. ‘I’m sorry… I shouldn’t be so mean to you…’ He lifted his shoulders and smiled. ‘That’s okay, but ehm.. The boys sent me, we should be going soon, so dress up and fix your hair. We got some pretty ladies waiting for us!’ he chuckled and smiled like a Cheshire Cat when he thought about all the girls that would be all over him. Zayn liked the attention from the girls a lot. I groaned and face planted against my pillow. ‘Don’t even know what I should wear,’ I mumbled in the pillow. I didn’t think Zayn would understand me but he jumped up and started searching through my clothes. ‘No worries. I’ll get you something sexy!’ he said, smirking. I shook my head as I looked at him. Is this dork one of my best friends?! I walked into the bathroom and gelled my hair up. My eyes were still puffy, but it didn’t look too bad. By the time the interview started, they would be normal again and if not I’ll just tell them I got a cold. Sounds like a plan. I don’t want people to ask about what happened. I certainly don’t want the concerned fans and the intrusive paparazzi… I walked back in the room where Zayn was already holding a pair of clothes. ‘You. Put it on. Now.’
We got into a big, black Hummer/limousine with our bodyguard Paul. Our other security-guards were already there. A lot of girls started screaming when they saw the car arrive. Paul rolled his eyes and chuckled. ‘The amazing One Direction,’ he mocked. ‘Someone’s jealous of how many pussy we get,’ Harry said, crossing his arms like a little kid. Paul shook his head and laughed, before he got out. The screaming got louder as soon as the door opened. I was glad the girls were behind crush barriers because otherwise I would be really scared. These girls were crazy! They were all screaming, crying, taking pictures, waving and reaching out to us. I searched through the crowd for the girl I met earlier and I saw her immediately. I smiled at her and waved. She did the same, such as a lot of fans around her who thought I was just randomly waving at them. Wow, she has an beautiful smile… I thought as I looked at her. This was my chance. I could just walk right up to her and ask her for her phone number… but as soon as I started to approach the crowd, Paul stopped me. ‘You can’t go there, boy,’ he said, strictly. ‘But there’s this girl and-’ ‘No buts mister. You gotta go inside,’ he said and led me towards the boys who were waiting for me and signing things. I had my head down. Now I will probably never see her again… ‘Keep your head up,’ Louis whispered in my ear as he swung his arm around me (like the picture. Nouissss<3) He could immediately tell something was up. I am so happy with a friend like him… We sat down and were greeted by the interviewer. He started asking questions and the boys answered most of them. I sometimes would laugh at Louis’ weird jokes and agree with the boys as they said something, but that was all. I wasn’t really paying much attention. The only thing I could think about was Demi and how her lips had touched mine… I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to get the thoughts out. Get out, get out, get out of my head. ‘What’s up with you, Niall, you seem quiet?’ the interviewer asked. I looked up and stared at him as if I’ve seen a ghost. ‘Oh ehm…’ ‘He’s feeling a bit ill, our little leprechaun,’ Louis said, messing with my hair, making me smile a bit. I nodded. ‘Yeah, that’s it.’
