Runaway Love. ~

Chapter 2. ~

Thud. Thud. Thud. 

My feet make thick sounds as I ran across every open field, road, and railroad track. I've been moving for days now. I finally come across a familiar sight, the Big Ben. I'm in London, and I know for a fact I'm far away from where I just ran. 

I look around for a place to rest. There's a cute little park, and so I head over there. I probably look like a homeless person. 

Well, I kinda am. 

I shrug off the thought and grab my guitar. A little playing couldn't hurt, right? So I start the song; 

♫ Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you

By now, you should've somehow realized what you gotta do

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

Backbeat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out

I'm sure you've heard it all before, but you never really had a doubt

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding

And all the lights that lead us there are blinding

There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how

Because maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me

And after all, you're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day, but they'll never throw it back to you

By now, you should've somehow realized what you're not to do

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads that lead you there were winding

And all the lights that light the way are blinding

There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how

I said maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me 

And after all, you're my wonderwall

I said maybe (I said maybe) you're gonna be the one that saves me 

And after all, you're my wonderwall

I said maybe (I said maybe) you're gonna be the one that saves me

You're gonna be the one that saves me ♫

I sing my heart out and play my guitar with soul. My eyes are closed because, well, that's just what I do. When I open them after the song, I see tons of people in front of me. And they're clapping. People are coming up to me and telling me things like "You're an incredible singer," or "Great job." 

Well this is different. The only feedback I ever got on my singing was from my so called father, and let's just say it wasn't so great. 

After everybody flooded away, I smiled to myself and started just strumming my guitar, thinking about everything I could do now that I'm free. 

I could always go back to Doncaster, maybe Louis is still there. 

Nah, Louis probably doesn't even remember me. I sigh and continue strumming. 

"Um, hi." someone in a hoodie and shades says to me. The accent is different. Not British, nor American. Irish? 

"Hello. May I help you?" I say, trying to be cautious. 

"Yes, um, I just wanted to tell you that's you're a terrific singer, and guitar player." He said, nervously, his word coming out shaky. 

"Thank you," I said. He seemed like a nice lad. I moved my bags from beside me and made room for him to sit. He did. "Do you play? Or sing?" I asked.

The stranger chuckled a bit, but said "Yeah, kinda." 

"What's your name?" The question came flowing out of my lips. 

"Niall. Niall Horan. And you?" He said, kind of dubious about revealing his name. 

"Colbie Hunter." I replied.

"Beautiful name, it's different." Niall said, with a toothy grin. Straight teeth shined through. 

"Is different okay?" I questioned. 

"Different is great." He answered. 

I smiled. I haven't smiled this much in years. And it felt wonderful. 

"Hey, look I know we just met and all, but I think you're amazing." he spoke carefully. "Why are you sitting in a park alone, looking worn out though?" He asked. I knew this was going to come up in conversation. 

"It's quite a long story. But to sum it all up, I kind of ran away from home." I nervously responded. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" He suggested kindly. I shyly shook my head no. "Well do you at least want to come to my flat for tea? I won't hurt you, I promise." He said. And I know you're not supposed to go with strangers, but Niall's not a stranger anymore. 

"That would be lovely."