Who Do You Think You Are

Chapter 14 - Still be the one who gets it breakin'

Niall’s P.O.V.

 

The house was completely empty when I arrived. There was not a soul in sight. The rest of the lads were probably gone out. ‘Good. I wanted to be alone’ I told myself, but it wasn’t the truth. I wanted to be with Stacy.

Stacy’s P.O.V

Life was so weird. There were days where the most interesting thing that happened was your neighbour's dog barking his head of while you were trying to watch the most intense episode of your favourite series. Then there were days when so much happened that you couldn't get your head around it all. Today had been one of those days. It was a day that I could never had anticipated, never even dreamed about. I turned on the radio and realized that it was some kind of ‘Golden Oldies’ special.

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away

Now it seems like they are here to stay

Oh I believe in yesterday

My mind wondered back to my yesterday. It was a living-room, for crying out load. Why did I feel like I was dying because of what happened there? It was one of the most incredible moments in my life. So why did it sound like a profane utterance when I told Niall about it? The kiss tasted so sweet yesterday, but the mention of it was so bitter. This was driving me insane. I had been single for quite a while, waiting for something half as beautiful as this to happen to me, and now that it finally arrives I am trapped. Caught between a rock and a hard place.

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Niall sat down with his guitar in his hand and absent-mindedly began to play the tune he had written earlier that day. This time, however, it had a slower, more solemn vibe. It reflected the way he felt. He realised what he was playing and deliberately stopped.

He looked down at his hand and flexed his fingers. He could still feel the gentle touch of Stacy's hand in his. 'It was meant to be there,' he thought to himself. 'Why else would it feel so perfect?' He couldn't stop thinking about her for all this time. He wanted to be the one she was thinking about too - the only one.  He'd seen something today that he'd never seen before - Stacy crying. And it tore him to shreds.

Harry’s P.O.V.

 

I decided to go out for a bit, clear my head, forget about Stacy.

As I walked through the street, past the shop-windows, I came across a store that had their music blaring. It was a ‘Golden Oldies’ special on the local radio station. I smiled to myself. Well, until the words reached out and punched me in the face.

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away

Now it seems that they are here to stay

Oh, I believe in yesterday