Diana (on hold)

chapter 3

•Niall POV•

the next two days flew by quickly, the only good thing that ever happened was seeing Diana first period.

everytime I see her she call me Nail now just to annoy me.

but it doesn't.

I like it when it comes from her.

the bad thing is today's Thursday, the day before the bonfire, and chelsey won't stop talking about it. at all.

in the morning she kept asking me what she should where and which shade of lip stick would match her yellow bikini.

frankly, I don't give a crap.

I told her multiple times it's a bonfire so it's gonna be cold, but she insisted in wereing her bikini.

Diana brought up the topic of the bonfire today and I expected her to ask about her outfit or make up, but

she didn't.

she asked me a simple question that received all my attention, not that she had not had it already.

"do you think it'd be okay for me to bring my guitar?"

I stopped writing and lifted my head to meet her brown eyes.

"you play guitar?" I blurted out a little too excitedly.

she laughed once and nodded. "yes i love it. why? do you?"

this excited me a little to much.

"yes I do! when did you start playing? what your favorite genre to play? have you ever performed any where? do you want a career in music too?"

she laughed, and I felt the blood rise to my cheeks for three reasons; one cause her beautiful smile, two cause I'm the one that caused it, and three because I said way too much, way too fast.

"uh sorry.." I muttered.

she gave me a smile. "it's okay, you just didn't give a chance to answer. for your first question, since as long as I can remember, I like country, never performed outside any where but my room, and yes that's one of my dreams. any more questions students?" she grinned teasingly.

I couldn't help but smile and I shake my head.

"you play I assume?" she continued after I nod, "well can you answer my first question then?"

oh yeah.

"oh yeah, yeah I think they'd alow it. I was thinking of bringing mine too."

though still slightly embarrassed, the excitement for tomorrow now over takes any other feeling I hold.

~Diana POV~

my smile hasn't disappeared once, since the whole time I've been with him. he plays too? I wonder if he's any good. just by judging his excitement, my guess is its something he really enjoys. like me.

he's probably better then me.

I need to stop convincing myself I have a chance with him.

not like I care, psh, he's just a friend..

just a friend...

"how cool! we could play together sometime!"

I'm being too cheery. I need to shut up.

he smiled wider. "yes!" nevermind.

"great I-" Im interrupted by the obnoxious ring of the bell, and for the first time since being with Niall, I frown.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked weakly.

"yeah, I'll see you then."

"bye Nail!" I teased with a mocking grin, and a wave. he laughed and waved.

how did I just say that? I'd never have the courage with anyone else, why is it now?

oh I don't know I'm feeling too good right now too care.

I feel so jumpy. excited. I could do anything right now at this moment!

what is this unfamiliar feeling?

happiness?

whatever it is I like it.
a lot.

and the weirdest part is, I only feel it with Niall.

•night time, Niall POV•

I heard the clinking of the keys downstairs and I knew mom was home.

I ran downstairs as fast as I could just in time to throw a pan on the oven and turn it on, making it seam like I wasn't just sitting around writing songs all day.

the door clicked shut, and my mother walked into our small kitchen. her shoulder length blonde hair was tied into a sloppy bun, and she wore her usual work attire: white apron with brown coffee stains and black t-shirt. she works at a 24 hour truck stop, but today she got off early.

"hey mum."

"hello sweetie." she said before throwing her bag on the counter.
at her words, relief washed through me, as it always did when she greeted me normally.

your probably thinking it over as if it's no big deal she said hi to me.

but it's a huge deal.

my mum used to live with my dad and my older sister, Cara. my dad was a drunk, and only stayed because my mum had a decent enough job to pay for all of his drinks.
the day he found out she was pregnant with me, he bolted. he left us, my mum, my four year old sister, and me a newborn. my mum struggled to make a living at first but once cara and I grew up it got easier.we were happy. happy.

but tragic struck our family again.

this time worse then ever.

4 years ago, when I was 12 and Cara was 16, I was waiting for her to pick me up from school. I got out at 3:00 and I waited till 5. she never came. I police man came to my school and took me to his office. he explained to me that my sister had died in car crash on the way to pick me up. instead of sad, I was angry. angry she left me all alone with mum. I knocked papers off the desks, and kicked the walls, before the cop could stop me. I went home to my mum that night waiting for her to scold at me for throwing a tantrum. but she didn't even look at me. she sat In her room staring at pictures of Cara, ignoring my existence. I thought this was just a faze. but she kept it up. days. weeks. months. years. years I spent being the dad in the family, feeding my mum and getting her up every morning. just until last year she came back to me. but every few months she will disappear again randomly, and ignore every question or comment I make. now my biggest fear is that I will loose her again.

we ate dinner in silence, the only sound of clinking of our forks. after she asked me if I was finished with my homework and I answered with a quick yes. I notice her attempts to be a parent again, but I will never trust her again.

I kissed her goodnight and went back up stairs again. I gently put my guitar back in it's case and put my notes in my binder. throwing myself on the bed, I looked at my guitar imagining Diana playing a soft tune as her soft brown eyes stared back at mine, her eyes were the last thing I saw before drifting off to sleep.