Pour Your Love (Diall)

Chaptah Seven

I had to rewrite everything! Go me!

So, anyway, thanks again to @nialls_pajama for the new book cover, again. Read her stories and fan her, 'kay?

So, here's Chaptah Seven!

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Demi's P.o.V.

We went to Harry's house and I told Niall to buy Nando's for our dinner. And, he happily agreed.

"What the hell was that for?!" Harry yelled at me as I threw him on the floor. Yes, I am very strong.

"Never EVER do that again!" I shouted at him.

"Do what?" He asked.

"The whole Diall interview!"

"Oh, that."

"Puh-lease, Harry. I can tell that you're getting scared!" I screamed.

"Screw your imaginary sixth sense!"

"Oh, you wish you could!"

"Well, I could!"

"But, you can't touch this!" I yelled as I pointed at the middle of my forehead. My beautiful, imaginary sixth sense.

Then, Niall came in. His eyes widened when I fell on Harry. Oh, damn. Well, I don't give one of those, though.

"What's going on?" He asked as he pulled me up. "Tell me!"

"Well, Harry fell down. I helped him up, but, he was so heavy that we both fell down," I explained with a smirk.

Harry mouthed a, "Lies!" to me.

"Oh, okay," Niall smiled. "Let's eat dinner!"

After eating, we went back to my hotel. We went to the terrace and watched the stars flicker. The city lights were very bright and the moon is at its greatest tonight.

"This view is perfect," I mumbled.

"I know," Niall replied. "This only comes once in a lifetime, I think. A perfect view."

"Really?" I asked. "Niall, have you been studying about stars?"

"Well, a bit," He chuckled. "Stars are fascinating. So, why not?"

"Hehe."

After a moment of silence, I looked at Niall who was looking at me.

"Niall," I began. "Do you really like someone, but, you don't think you can love them like the others did?"

"That's an odd question from you."

"Well, I don't know," I replied. "It just literally came out of my mouth. And, you know, popped the whole silence thing between us."

"Oh."

I looked at the stars and started counting them. 1...2...3...

24...25...26...

37...38..39...

40...........

50...........

Fifty, beautiful stars.

"Demi, what are you doing?" Niall asked.

"Counting stars," I answered. "Sometimes, in life, you gotta count those little things that make you happy."

"Do I make you happy?"

The real silence finally fell upon us. I can't answer that question. I don't know what he means by making me happy. Is it friendly? Or more?