End Of The Day [A Niall Horan & Haylor Fanfiction]

Tears

A/N: I'm REALLY excited about this story! Anyway. . .I saw a Josh Hutcherson look alike today (he plays Peeta Mellark in the Hunger Games movies).. .. .So that was interesting. Anyway I want to get along with this chapter so that I can start posting this really soon. I feel like this chapter didn't Btw I hope you all like the cover, I just downloaded Canvas so yeah. . .I hope the cover will get me more reads. :)

Previously

"What are you doing in here? What's the matter love?"

I freeze. I swear my heart just stopped. I would know that voice anywhere.

Niall Horan just walked into the coat closet.

I don't know if I should open my eyes or not. Maybe he'll just ignore me if I don't. I could just get up and run away, but that might attract attention from anyone else in the building that and I don't really want attention. I'm not even sure if I fully believe that Niall Horan is really there or if I'm hallucinating. Probably the latter.

I open my eyes and a small gasp escapes me lips. This must be a very vivid hallucination, and a very sad one. Because the Niall Horan that is standing in front of me isn't the one that I know.

He's staring at me with a look of pure concern. Something that I'm not used to at all. But that isn't the sad part. The sad part is that he's crying. His eyes are swollen and red and tears were streaming silently down his cheeks. There was this hurt, almost broken look in his eyes. Seeing him like that broke my heart.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice cracking slightly as he struggles to hold back more tears.

"I could ask you the same thing," I mutter.

"You could," he says simply, sitting down next to me, so close that our bodies are almost touching.

"So, are you okay? What happened?" I ask.

"You tell me first," Niall says. I sigh. I really don't want to tell him. I don't even know him, not personally at least. But I want to know what's upsetting him, because seeing someone that's as adorable as him cry is heartbreaking. Seeing anyone cry is.

"I bought meet and greet tickets," I begin, pausing a moment to take a deep breath before continuing, "I didn't buy them because I'm some crazed fangirl though. I mean I love you guys and your music is awesome, but I didn't come to get an autograph or a picture or to obsess over the fact that I hugged you or something like that.

"I came to thank you, because you saved my life. With out your music I wouldn't be here right now. But unfortunately I never got to," I continue on to tell him the whole story of what happened with Blondie. It somes out forced at first but soon the words are flowing uncontrollably from my mouth. By the time I finish I'm sobbing into Niall's shirt.

I pull away as soon as I realize what I'm doing, blushing furiously and staring down at my hands, my vision blurry with tears.

"I'm so sorry," I breath, horrified. I steal a glance at him, his shirt is soaked with my tears, just like I had feared it would be.

"Hey, don't be upset. I'm not mad, everyone cries, hell I was just crying a minute ago. And you don't know how upset I am about what happened earlier, nothing that that girl said is true, y- you're beautiful and perfect and you seem really nice. Don't let anyone ever make you think otherwise because it's the truth. I'm sorry about the ticket, but you're here with me now so that has to count for something. . . ." Niall trails off smiling at me slightly.

I smile back. I want to deny what he said about me being perfect and beautiful, but I find that I can't. There was just this look of pure honesty in his eyes when he was speaking, and I couldn't find it in myself to not believe him.

"Your turn," I say. Niall gulps suddenly looking upset again and I regret bringing it up. It really doesn't matter anymore, I don't want to see that sad broken look on his face ever again, "You don't have to tell me," I say.

"N- no, I- I will. You told m- me," Niall says, stumbling over his words. I offer him a smile that I hope is reassuring.

"The fans they- they were calling me ugly and making fun of me because I don't get as many solos as the others. S- sometimes th- the girls hug all the other lads and I just smile, but it hurts. . .And I just couldn't take it so I- I came here so that they wouldn't be able to make fun of me for crying t- too. . ." Niall says, staring at his lap the entire time.

I feel tears welling up in my eyes. But they aren't a product of my depression and self loathing, they're because I hate to see Niall this upset. How could anyone say those things about them? Niall is perfect. So, so, so, so perfect.

"Niall, you have to know that none of that is true, some people are just bitches and there's nothing that anyone can do about it. If they were real fans then they wouldn't think that. And if it helps, you're the first one that I would hug," I say, blushing slightly at the last part, but it's true, I'm a Niall girl.

Niall smiles, his face lighting up and pulls me into a huge bear hug, burying his face in my neck. I laugh a little and hug him back as tightly as I can. This feels nice. Right.

Then his phone buzzes, causing us to have to pull away. I'm blushing slightly, but I feel a lot better. I feel better about myself. Maybe I'm not completely hideous. Yeah right. The evil voice in the back of my mind taunts.

"Who is it?" I ask curiously.

"They lads. The meet and greet's over they're wondering where I am," Niall says, quickly typing in a reply.

I sigh. I should have known that this would end all too soon.

"D- do you wa- want to. . .to you know c- come with me and meet the others a- and you know, h- hang out for a little while?" Niall asks nervously.

Wow. I didn't see that one coming. Do I want to hang out with Niall Horan and the rest of One Direction. Let me thing about it. . .HELL YESSS! But then of course my stupid depression and low self esteem have to kick in and tell me the truth: that there's now way in hell that I would be good enough to hang out with one Direction and my face falls.

"I- I mean you don't have to. I- I j- just wanted to spend some more time with you, g- get to know you better. . .." Niall says, his cheeks turning pink.

I smile a little, the last thing I want to do is hurt Niall.

"I- I would love to. . .but I'm sure that you're all very busy and I wouldn't want to waste your time or-"

"We're here for a vacation. This meet and greet was something we wanted to do, not something put together by management. And you could never be a waste of time. . ..Oh God, I don't even know your name," Niall says, chuckling a bit.

I smile, "I guess that I can meet the others and spend some time with you all. And the name's Courtney,"

"Beautiful name," Niall says grinning at me and standing up.

I stand up also and Niall takes my hand as we walk out of the coat closet.

A/N: Ugh!!! I hate the ending of this chapter, but whatevs, lol. I don't think it's too bad at least. Next chapter is where Taylor comes in (either part of it or the whole thing is gonna be told in her POV). So. ..please comment and tell me if this chapter is absolutely awful or if it's okay. :)

~~Skye

May the force be with you or the odds be ever in your favor or whatever. . . ..