Runaway Love. ~

Chapter 3. ~

As Niall was driving me to his flat, he nervously took off his hoodie. Why was he so shy with his looks? Is he keeping a secret? I don't know. 

I notice he has blond hair, but it's obviously dyed. There are brown roots. 

"Why'd you dye your hair?" I ask out of curiosity. 

"How did you know I dyed my hair?" he asks very scared. I'm confused by his tone. 

"Your brown roots are showing, obviously. A girl knows when others dye their hair. It's a gift." I giggle. He smiles a bit too. 

"Ah, well, you girls are talented with that kind of stuff." He adds. 

"Are you keeping a secret from me?" I ask, because honestly, I feel tension in the air. 

He laughs very nervously. "Why would you think that?"

"Because you sounded scared telling me your name, and taking off your hoodie, and you were even worried when I asked why you dyed your hair. Whatcha hidin', Blondie!" I said playfully. 

"I'm actually kind of surprised that you don't know who I am." He stated. What is he, famous? 

"Don't tell me you're like some kind of stalker who wants to eat my face." I joked. 

"Nah, nah, it's just that, and I know this sounds cocky, and you may not want-" 

"JUST SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!" I interrupted. And you know what he did? He laughed. And his laugh, was contagious. But not in a bad way. His laugh was adorable. I couldn't help but laugh myself. 

After our little outburst, it got quiet. Weirdly quiet. Because the car had stopped, and we were at his flat, which I might add is MASSIVE. He still avoided my question though. Ugh. 

As we got closer, we saw a sea of girls in the main floor of the flat complex. They were also covering both the stairs and elevator. What the hell is going on here? 

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!" Niall muttered. 

"What? What are all those people doing here? Do you know them?" I stuttered, obviously confused. 

"Uh, I don't know, but why don't we go around back and use those stairs?" He suggested, barely skimming the answer I wanted for my questions. I merely nodded and follow the blond over to the back and up a set of stairs. About halfway up them, Niall was a step or two ahead of me. I grabbed his arm and stopped him, so he was facing me. 

"What the HELL is going on? I know you know why those girls were here. You know you're hiding something from me. Who the hell are you? And don't try to avoid the question." I said commandingly. Damn, I wish I could be that demanding towards my father, maybe he would of stopped what he did a long time ago. 

Niall removed his sunglasses, which he was still surprisingly wearing. And let me tell you, those blue eyes he revealed were stunning, and I could get lost in them any day. 

But you know what he did? He sighed. "You really don't know who I am, do you?" He asked again. I shook my head from left to right. He sat down on a step, and he motioned for me to do that as well. 

"Well, I dunno where to start, but I guess you could say I'm kinda famous." Niall stuttered out. Well lovely, I've made acquaintances with someone famous. 

"Colbie, I'm part of the biggest band in the world." He said lowly. I nodded. He definitely has the looks. 

"Why were you so nervous about telling me that. huh? It wasn't all that bad!" I stated.

"Yeah, I guess it wasn't. I just didn't want you to be like a fan and mob me or my other band mates or some shit." Niall said. I giggled. 

"I'm not the screaming-emotional type girl anyway. But what's your band called?" I asked. 

"One Direction." He answered almost immediately. 

"Are you guys any good?" I question. 

He chuckled. "I guess you could say that." 

Just then, we head footsteps. And not just one pair, but at least three or four pairs, running up the stairs, and we heard talking. And laughing. 

 "And here they come, you ready to meet them?" He asked. 

"Meet who?"  I questioned.

"The boys."