Kik, Death, and Other Things (One Direction Fanfic) (Kik Me Sequel)

Kik, Death, and L.A. (Part Two)

Chapter Twenty

Kik, Death, and L.A.

Part Two

Whitney's POV

Liam showed me to my own room, one I would be sharing with Peter when he got here with his guests. I placed my luggage on the bed, not even bothering to unpack. With a quick trip to the bathroom, I decided I should probably freshen up a bit. Who knows what the plan is for tonight. Knowing the lads, it was going to be crazy.

After putting a brush through my hair, and a nice teeth cleansing, I decided I was a bit tired. This trip was already draining me. When I saw Liam at the airport, I couldn't help but wonder where the other lads were, and if he was mad at me. I was so rude to him right before I left, I wouldn't have been surprised. But I was surprised when he welcomed me with arms wide open for a hug. I tried my best not to seem confused but it was a bit hard. Liam waved it off, and tried starting a conversation like nothing had ever happened.

I, of course, needed to know what it was like here in L.A. Was I imposing? Did everyone want to see me or did Harry just make everyone seem like they did? Did Louis miss me? Did he even remember me? What about Niall? Did he want to see me?

A knock on the door startled me, my thoughts becoming scattered. I sat up on what would be Peter's bed. Who would it be? Liam told me that he would be in his room, playing some video games. His room was next door, so I could hear him yelling at the tv screen. Liam said that Harry and Louis were out. Zayn was out too. So that left Niall. Niall. A knock sounded at the door again, this time with a bit more confidence. I stood and walked towards the door, careful not to make any noise. Looking through the peep hole, I confirmed the visitor, Niall Horan.

"Whitney? I don't want to wake you but I heard the water running a bit ago. I guess you're asleep. I'll come back later, perhaps." Niall dropped his hands to his pockets, and turned to walk away. I held my breath, watching him. He looked INCREDIBLE. He turned back around again, his hand reaching up in a fist, probably to knock again. He looked at war on whether or not to knock again. He grumbled something and shook his head no, before walking away. I held my breath until he walked into his room, the door closing behind him.

I let out a breath, my chest heaving. I didn't even talk to him and I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. Why couldn't he be like normal guys where they would look horrible after you break up with them? It would make life so much easier.

My mind mulled over what I had just seen. He was in his typical tank top and men's shorts. His hair was in a quiff of some sorts, looking as if he had just tussled it before he came over. His biceps were definitely larger than before. But one thing I couldn't get out of my head was his eyes. Everything else had gotten better, or bigger, or brighter (blonder hair), but his eyes. They had lost their shine. His crystal blue eyes weren't crystals, they were like a dull blue you'd paint a teenage boys room. Bad analogy, I know but I couldn't think straight.

Niall loved performing, and he loved being on tour. Sometimes we would just talk about how it was to be on stage while fans sang along with them. His eyes would shine, his smile getting bigger with every thought that went through his head. I know that not everything is about me, but did I do that? Did I dull his eyes? His voice had tried to sound happy, but it was tired, worn out. Tears had spilled out of my eyes at the thought of it all. I couldn't believe that I could possibly be to blame about the boys' unhappiness. To think they were on top of the world until I came around.

I didn't plan this! I didn't want to tear anyone apart or take away the shine in a boy's eyes. While he was indeed an international popstar, he was still human, he still has emotions. All of them do. I pulled the zipper on my suitcase, opening it. I dug through until I reached my laptop. Pulling it out, I turned it on, throwing my hair into a ponytail. I was in investigation mode and I knew I wasn't going to like what I would find.