The Bucket List (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 25: Distractions, Daniel, Disneyland

I stared out the window, awkwardly as we whizzed down the highway. I didn’t dare make eye contact with any of the boys. After the commercial break, Niall left me with Andy and we just talked and ate cookies from Harry’s gift basket that Ellen had given him. As if that was supposed to make up for what he had said. I knew that Niall asked Andy if he could keep me distracted because when he first walked up to me, he looked irritated. That made me irritated. But as we ate the cookies (that were exceptional to say the least) and Andy made me laugh with his ridiculous tour stories, everything bit of ager, embarrassment and irritation seemed to disappear. I had completely forgotten everything, until the show was finished and we were told that it was time to leave by a crew member.

             In that moment, I realized that I would have media hounding me about being involved with Harry. My whole reputation was ruined because of what he said. I hated him. I was afraid that Niall would think I was involved with Harry. I hated Harry. To top it all off, when we got back into the limo after the show, none of the boys would say anything to me. In fact, they wouldn’t say anything at all. I knew it was because I was in the car. If I wasn’t there, they would be howling away because that’s what they always do. There were a few moments were I seriously considered asking the long black car to stop and drop me off where I would call a cab to take me back to the hotel. I probably would have done it too, if we weren’t going to the happiest place on earth.

When I looked up and saw the big Disney Land sign rapidly growing closer, my heart leaped, partially because I always dreamed of going to Disney Land and partially because I just wanted to get out of that car.

“I want to do the rollercoasters!” Louis shouted as soon as we had stepped foot into the park.

“Hope and I are going to go find Mickey,” Niall stated.

“Mate, we can’t split up,” Liam said, being the responsible one. 

“Yeah, photographers and stuff,” Zayn said, over his shoulder.

“They’ll live,” Niall said as he gently pulled me away from the group. I in no way resisted. All I wanted to do was get out of there.

“Now all we have to do is find Mickey Mouse,” Niall said cheerfully as we walked along.

“Niall.” I tried to stop him, but he didn’t seem to be paying me any attention.

“He must be around here somewhere,” Niall said staring at a map we had picked up at the entrance of the Park. If it was another day I would’ve laughed at him as he turned the map in circles as if that would help him read it better.

“Niall!” I snapped.

“What?” he asked, putting the map down.

“You don’t have to pretend like nothing is wrong,” I said quietly. He didn’t say anything in response. Instead, he just stared down at me in shock as if I had just owned up to some terrible crime.

“Oh my gosh! Are you Niall Horan! Can you sign this?” a flamboyant little girl burst in between me and Niall. I turned away, scratching the back on my neck. I watched as Niall hurriedly scribbled his name on her notepad that was filled with signatures of fictional characters. When she finally bounced away to her parents, Niall took one look at me before he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the It’s a Bugs Life 4D theatre. The lobby was dark and empty. The movie must have just started. He pulled me into a corner, crossing his arms across his chest. I could feel his hot breath resonate on my nose.

“What was he talking about?” he finally asked. I could hear the disownment in his voice and even though he was wearing sunglasses, I could tell he was glairing down at me with an ice cold stair.