If I'm Louder - Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 48 - Louis the Joker

~Katie's P.O.V.~

I was all cried out by the time we arrived at the The Ellen Show studio. If thats even what you call the building.

"Are ya gonna be okay, princess?" Niall asks, kissing my forehead.

I shake my head against his shirt. I wasn't ever going to be okay. All those awful memories that I tried so hard to push down in the back of my mind came back up. Those words ringing around my head. The awful things they did. They tormented me. They judged me. They called me names. They hurt me so much.

I barely have anyone there. The boys, the girls, Paul, Marie, Waliyha, Safaa, Doniya, and Patricia. That's all I have now. Marie is in New York, millions of miles away. Waliyha, Safaa, and Patricia live in Bradford. Doniya goes to college somewhere. I barely see Paul. I'm feuding with Zayn.

Really, right now all I have are Niall, Harry, Louis, and Liam. Plus the girls Eleanor, Danielle, and Perrie.

He sighs. His chin on top of my bed. "Just stay with Lou while we're being interviewed. It's only 30 minutes, okay? As soon as we get done, I'll be right back at your side."

"Okay." I whimper, gripping the chest of his t-shirt.

He pets my hair while kissing my forehead. I squeeze my eyes shut. My lips purse together. I pull from his embrace, sniffling. He sighs sadly, going to wipe the mascara streaks away unsuccessfully.

"It's fine, I'll just... fix it later." I swallow, closing my eyes. He nods.

He pecks my lips. Our foreheads press together as his arms wrap around my waist. "You're gonna be just fine, love. We're here for you." He pecks my lips a second time before kissing my forehead. "I love you, princess." He gives me a tight hug, while giving my hips a light squeeze. His arms literally wrapped all the way around me, his fingertips brushing his sides.

"I love you, too." I offer a weak laugh.

He smiles and kisses my forehead, yet another time.

"C'mon, princess." He looks down at me with a smile. The crinkles by his eyes showing up.

"Okay." I slide off his lap.

The boys smile weakly at me. "C'mon." Liam announces, opening the door.

Screams of fans became clear... shit...

My hair was a mess. I had mascara streaks. I'm almost positive my face is red and blotchy.

"Oh, God." I groan.

"Hey, if I'm going out there like this," Niall motions to the big, black, mascara stain on the chest of his shirt. "You can go out there like that. Besides, you look gorgeous." He smiles.

I blush and look down.

I don't understand Niall sometimes.

I can have a nasty rat nest of a bed head, wearing a pair of sweats and big t-shirt, panda eyes from falling asleep with make up, and an ugly sleepy face and he'll still wrap me up in his big arms and tell me I'm absolutely the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. It didn't matter how awful I look, he still thinks I'm gorgeous or adorable.

He's the kind of boy to laugh at me when I fall, but help me up right after and whisper "It's okay. I still love you." in my ear. He's the kind of boy, that if I run to him with tears streaming down my face, the first thing he says is "Whose ass am I kickin', babe?" He's the kind of guy that makes me laugh, even when I'm mad. He's the kind of guy that makes you love your name, all because of the way he says it. He's the kind of guy that when he looks at me or flashes me a smile, I melt. He's the kind of guy that stops the microwave at 0:01 just to feel like a bomb defuser. He's the kind of guy that no matter how stupid he acts or how silly he gets, you think he looks adorable anyway. He's the kind of guy that no matter how much he pisses you off, he'll end up getting you to forgive him five seconds later. He's the kind of guy to yell out random things in awkward moments to make everyone laugh. He's the kind of guy to tickle me when I'm sad. He's the kind of guy to love you for your heart, not your looks. Let's just say, he's the kinda guy I'd make a sandwich for.... and that's saying something.