you're my Wonderwall

Chapter 5

Nialls POV:

As we get off the tour bus, there are at least 600 screaming girls waiting for us.

"What do you say about going and meeting them boys?" Harry seemed pretty excited about being in Miami. "Sure why not?" as we were walking toward them, the barrier fell over. Oh shit. Before I know it there are a sea of screaming girls running after us. "just run straight and fast!" there was a man on the side walk yelling "run forest run!" which probably made my day. I start sweating like a pig from how much we've ran "we should probably split up" Liam says, his vain on his fore head that sticks out when he's yelling or upset. and it never fails to make me laugh. So of course I burst out laughing and I start slowing down, and the girls start getting closer. "okey,on the count on three!" zany says, you can hear the tiredness in his voice "1,2,3!!" we all head in different directions. as they girls start lessening I slow down. eventually just walking. Its 8:30 right now so it's dark and drizzling.

 I spend about an hour just wandering around. I feel so lost but i like it, the peacefulness of just being able to think. until I get to a bus stop. There's a girl, burying her face in her hands, her hair falling over her head. I hear her crying, so I tap her one the shoulder. "uhh excuse me miss, are yeh okey?" she looks up at me. those big brown eye pierce right through me like daggers, they're beautiful. her pin- straight hair that goes down to her belly button. she's.... breath takingly beautiful.

Allyssa's POV:

His thick Irish accent seems familiar... when I look up at him my eyes are too blurry from crying to see anything straight but I manage to see a guy with blonde hair. "um yeah, i'm fine" i saw wiping tears off my face. I try to smile, but i fail miserably. "are you sure? you don't seem too okey" he smiles trying to comfort me. "yeah, i guess. I don't want to bore you with my problems" it's true nobody ever wants to hear me talk about my problems. And I don't want their pity either. I find myself gazing at him, and he moves uncomfortably. "uh is something wrong?" he asks, shifting. confirming to me that he is very insecure. "what? oh no not at all, you just remind me of a certain singer." i flush of embarrassment. "do i? huh i get that alot" He starts laughing, and his laugh makes me giggle. that's when i realized who he was... he was Niall Horan.

"You wouldn't bore me with your problems! c'mon babe what's wrong?" ugh, he's even more perfect in person. I start fan girling on the inside. " okay well basically my drunk mother, kicked me out of the house this afternoon, and now i'm sleeping on this bench. interesting huh?" i say sarcastically. i bite my cheek to prevent tears from falling down my face. " I'm so sorry. i-i don't know what to say." i look into his ocean blue eyes, and they make me blush. He weakly smiles, and i smile back. "it's fine, no one usually does." he looks sad. " well what i do know is that you're definitely not sleeping on this shitty bench" well i mean i have no where else to go. there's the bridge a block from here, i'll sleep under there. " I'm sorry love, i didn't get your name. what was it?" "Allyssa" i shyly say. It's very hard to believe that i'm talking to the most important person in the world to me right now. "haha I like it. well 'Allyssa' do you wanna come with me?" he stands up and holds his hand out to help me up. "sure, thank you"