Chapter 2

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Niall's POV:

I sat at the long table with the boys, signing posters, CDs, and other assorted things for our fans. Not one second while we were at the signing did I forget about the call I was going to give Brooklyn. What would I say? Would she want to talk to me? Would she remember me?

All these thoughts swirled through my mind like a tornado, and they only stopped briefly when I was taken away from my thoughts by the girl in front of me. She had the biggest smile on her face, her eyes red, evidence that she had been crying, but happy tears were what flowed from her eyes. She had face paint on her face, symbolizing the band, and she was jumping up and down, clearly excited. I smiled at her.

"Hi love, what's your name?" I asked while she handed me her cell phone for me to sign, she smiled more.

"I'm Lorrie! Omg it's so awesome to meet you Niall!" She said In a high pitched voice, squealing in excitement. I would never get used to girls squealing when they saw me, it just can't sink in for me.

I smiled as I handed her her phone back and told her that it was nice to meet her, giving her a kind gesture to move down the line where Louis waited for another fan. She said bye and moved on.

When we finally got done, my hand was sore from all the signing, the lads and I shaking our hands in attempts to loosen them up. We were done, we could go home. I could call Brooklyn.

Brooklyn's POV:

I was sat on the couch with Audrey, watching The Notebook, both of us had tubs of ice cream in our hands. We did this while watching every sad movie, which I guess is kinda pathetic, but it's better than eating popcorn and getting those annoying popcorn pieces stuck in between your teeth.

We had just gotten to the saddest part (if you have watched the movie, you will know what the saddest part is) tears now threatening to fall, when my phone rang. I leaned over to answer it, looking at the caller ID, not recognizing the number. I though for a second on whether to answer or not, but soon decided to, seeing that the ringtone was clearly annoying Audrey. When I picked up, I couldn't believe who was calling.

Nails POV:

"Hello?" Her voice rang from the other end of the line. Ok Niall, no backing out now, you got this.

"H-hi, Brooklyn? This is Niall from the mall?" I said in more as a question. I hope she remembers me.

"Oh hi!" She said cheerfully, this was a good sign right? "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." I smiled, but I could swear I herd sniffling coming from the other end, "but, Brooklyn are you alright? Is someone crying?"

"What? Oh.. OH, no no I'm fine it's just I'm watching The Notebook."

"Your at the sad part arnt you?" I asked, that part even got me, though I hated admitting that I cried.

"Yeah, but anyways, what makes you call Niall?"

"Oh" I said, remembering the reason I called, "I was.. Um... Wondering if you would like to uh maybe go to lunch with me?" I said nervously, it had been a long time since I had asked a girl out.

"You mean, like a date?" She laughed from the other end, I blushed from embarrassment.

"Um.. Yeah.. But if you wouldn't want to that's ok, I don't want to push you int..." She cut me off.

"No, Niall, I would love to got on a date with you"

I broke out into a smile. She said she would go with me, I had a date.

"Where at and what time?" I heard her ask from the other end as I thought about where to meet.

" well... Would Starbucks be ok?" I asked, crossing my fingers, "at 12:30, around lunch time?"

"It's a date." I smiled as those words left her mouth, she was going to meet me, at Starbucks, tomorrow.

"Thats great!" I exclaimed alittle to loud, "I'll see ya tomorrow then?"

"Yeah, see you tomorrow Niall." The line went dead as I hung up, throwing my phone onto the couch. I was going on a date. I sat for a few minutes, thinking of what I wanted to talk to her about, but then, one certain subject came to mind.

She has no clue what i look like, or that I'm in a famous boy band

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