Inspiration [niall horan]

Chapter 5 - Niall, Bel

The first thing that greeted us at the premiere were the paps. As usual they were shouting at each other and us, shoving cameras and microphones in our faces, and just being plain rude.

I took Bel gently by the arm and led her out of the limo. Instantly we were bombarded by questions on how she was related to me and things of that nature.

"Is she your girlfriend Mr. Horan?" One of them shouted and Bel shook her head and laughed.

"Of course not! We just met a couple of days ago!" She giggled and her nose scrunched up in the most adorable way.

My hand fell away from her arm as we continued walking and her facial expression became confused so I took her by the hand and her smile returned. Bel was confusing me immensely.

Time and time again we were all shoved into formation to take photos, and then Bel had a picture with each of us an then multiple photos with pairs of us and things of that nature. The screaming was extremely loud as usual, but that was nothing.

I have to say though Bel did look absolutely stunning in that dress for hers. Simply the way she would giggle a little at the ridiculous questions they asked her, made me think she was even more beautiful.

"A little starstruck eh, Niall?" Harry whispered into my ear as we at down in the theater.

"Not like you aren't as well," I hissed back, taken aback at the way he so blatantly read my feelings. But that's Harry for you.

"That is true... But I don't look like a gaping fool-" He started to say but I pinched his knee really hard and he shut up instantly.

"What's going on boys?" Liam leaned over Louis and glared at us. Harry smirked at me as I turned bright red and shook my head to dismiss the thought.

"I heard there was about nine hundred hours of film, is that true?" Bel whispered into my ear, her sweet smelling breath sending pleasant shivers down my spine.

"Yeah, but we couldn't make the movie nine hundred hours long, now could we Miss Watson?" I asked chuckling as she playfully shoved my arm.

We all hushed up as the movie began playing. It was so strange to see ourselves in a movie; although we had already kind of gotten used to hearing ourselves on the radio, we definitely had not gotten used to seeing ourselves on the big screen.

About half way through the movie, Bel's phone lit up and she sneakily pulled it out to reveal that she had recieved a text message. As she read it, her eyes got wide and wet. She stood suddenly and ran out of the theater.

Bel

It was just my luck that my brother had to tell me what had happened just then. As I hailed a cab, I tried to slow my breathing and my pounding heart. My pulse was rushing in my ears and I was pretty sure that my face was pink.

"Where to?" The cabby asked politely as he reset his meter.

"The Royal London Hopsital. There's a big tip for you if you can make it there in the next twenty minutes." I told him and we shot off.

I closed my eyes and clenched my fists to stop their shaking. I couldn't believe it. The doctors had said we had another month to say goodbye to my grandfather! So what had happened?

"We're here miss." The cabby said a good fifteen minutes later as we pulled up to the first entrance.

"Thanks." I called over my shoulder as I handed him a twenty pound note and hurried into the hospital.

"I'm here here to see James Watson. I believe he's in the cancer ward." I told the front desk lady and she told me the room number, 364.

I sprinted in my heels through the hospital till I reached the room my grandad was in. I was totally out of breath, so I stood by the doorway smiling to the occasional nurse, until I had caught my breath then I stepped into the room.

There he was. The one man who had lit up my dark days as a child, whom I loved so much it was unbearable to see him dying like he was. Death by cancer was a slow and painstaking process that killed not only the person it was manifested in, but the people dear to them.

When I was twelve and he got pancreatic cancer, I was devastated. I was a very mature twelve year old, who knew when adults were lying to me, so my parents didn't sell anything short to me. They told me the cold reality of what was happening to my favorite person on this planet.

My phone rang as I sat down, startling me. I pulled it out of my purse, and upon looking at the caller ID, saw that it was Niall.

"Hello?" I asked, only half expecting the response that I got.

"Are you okay Bel? You ran out of the theater so fast I thought you needed to throw up or something so we checked around and asked some people to check the girls loo but you weren't there. Where are you?" Niall rushed out.

"Niall, I'm fine. I just got a text message from my brother that my grandfather is almost dead. He's the most important person in my life right now Niall, so I think it's best that we stop talking until I can figure this situation out, alright?" I asked softly; I felt absolutely terrible for what I was doing to the poor boy.

The other boys had told me that he was slowly becoming infatuated with me and this broke my heart.

Niall was silent for quite a while until he said almost so softly I couldn't hear him, "Of course. I would do anything for you Bel. I hope he's alright."

We hung up and I swear my heart actually cracked. I hated that I felt the need to push him away, but that was the kind of person I was. People gravitated towards me, as if I was some sort of charismatic leader, but I wasn't, I was just me. I tended to push people away, no matter who they were.

Whether they were my own parents, my brother, or a pop-star I had just realized I was falling for.

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