More Than This (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 19

Thalia's POV

Niall is most of the time not at home but in his apartment somewhere in UK with his mum for the competition so we don't see each other that much anymore. A text message from time to time or Skype when there were chances were enough for us as a source of communication.

The X Factor just encored ten minutes ago and One Direction came up third place. I was not expecting them to win but I really really want them to win. Nonetheless, it's a one great achievement for them already. And as Zayn said, it wasn't the end of One Direction. I believe that.

From: Nialler :) x

C'mon here Thal!! Lets celebrate!!

Niall texted me back after I called to congratulate him and his band mates. They're having an After Party.

To: Nialler :) x

I can't, Niall, as much as I want to! L I have to accompany mom tomorrow to her doctor's appointment.

From: Nialler :) x

I guess I can't change your mind! I blame your mum!!!!!!

To: Nialler Nialler :) x

Sorry!

Nialler :) x is calling ...

"Niall!" I say onto my phone's speakers. I hear noises in the background.

"Thalia, it's fun here!" He replies. "I wish you were here!"

"Me too, Niall!" I frown. How I wish I was really there.

"I wanted you to meet my band mates and their families! They're cool and nice people!"

"Let me see your band mates next time!"

"I will! Louis fancies you!" Niall laughs on the phone.

"Stop making up stories already, Niall!" I laugh. "You're drunk!"

"Drunk?" He laughs again. "I haven't been doing anything yet as we arrived here but holding my phone, texting you, so don't tell me I'm drunk."

Oh? "Okay, okay."

"Niall!" I just heard someone calling him off the phone.

"I'll be there in a bit, swear." Niall replies to whoever it is.

"Oh, Louis is here. Would you like to talk to him?" He teases.

"Do it and I'll hang up." I say, chuckling.

"Niall!" I hear the calling voice again.

"Is that Maura calling you?" I ask.

"No ... uhm ... I really have to go, Thal." Niall says, his voice volumes down.

"Okay." I utter with a smile. "Have fun!"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'm coming!" I heard Niall talking to the same person.

"Who was that?" I ask again.

"It's Holly." He replies and I go face-palm. "Okay, I really have to go. The party's about to start, they're waiting for me."

"Sure." I say and end the call.

I hurry myself to the kitchen, to the fridge, grab some foods, and get back to my room. I place the foods beside me onto my bed and start to stress out. Eat out, rather. I plug my phone onto a portable speaker on my bedside table and shuffle my playlist before pressing the play button.

My phone's battery drops to 5% so I charge it. While charging, I realize the atmosphere is so silent. I got bored so I decided to open my social networking sites.

Facebook: Check friend requests, check notifications, scroll down through my News Feed, exit.

Tumblr: Check Home, get lost a little bit then exit.

Twitter: Check DMs, check notifications, go back to my timeline and then ...

"Shit." I out of nowhere say.

Pictures before, during, and after One Direction's after party are everywhere. I look through the pictures and ...

"Shit." I say again almost automatically as soon as I saw pictures of Niall with Holly. "Shit."

My phone lags and pops a text: Marc! is calling ...

"Hi." I say after accepting his call.

"What are you up to right now?" Marc asks.

"Nothing much, I guess." I reply as I grab a bite of my last pack of chips. "Why?"

"Let's go somewhere."

"Like, where?"

"I'll be there in 3 ... 2 ... 1 ..." He counts down. "I'm outside."

I stand up and peek through the window and he is really there. He waves at me with a smile and I do the same. "I'm coming."

*****

"Where are you taking me?"

"When I say 'somewhere', I mean, break-in the cake shop I'm working at."

"What?" I laugh at his silly idea. "Why?"

"I have the keys so don't worry. It's my grandparents' shop, remember, so it's not that illegal." He explains.

"Don't make me un-trust you."

Marc places his arm on the other side of my shoulder and we started walking, "I won't."