Pour Your Love (Diall)

Chaptah Twenty-One - Pile Of Clothes

Hey, hey, you, you, I appreciate you. Reading, reading, my really read fanfic. Hey, hey, you, you, this is from Leafy!

Make sure that you sang it in the tone of Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne. Gosh, perf song. SOOOO much.

I got 1.24K reads and 103 votes! GOSH, THANK YOU, GUYS! I feel so happy! This is a huge accomplishment!

My sister's friend, a.k.a. @nialls_pajama, begged me to update. So, I am updating now! HURRAH!

What is my favourite Demi song? That would be Everytime You Lie. What is my favourite 1D song? That would be Little White Lies. All I can say is...

Lies, lies everywhere, literally. But, it's true. Those are my two most favourite songs. Don't forget Still Into You and Girlfriend by Paramore and Avril Lavigne, respectfully.

OMG, HOW YA DOIN' IS THE BEST SONG EVER! LITTLE MIX, I LOVE YOU!

So, without further ado, here is Chaptah Twenty-One - Don't Rush!

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Niall's P.o.V.

My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. D-Demi's staying for only a week. It's turning hopeless quickly. A tear slipped from my eye and I wiped it off quickly. But, tears kept falling until I was actually breaking down in tears. Greg and Harry looked at me sadly and made me sit on the couch.

I almost cried when Demi said she only got turdy-two days in here. But, seven days is just too hard to accept.

"Didn't you read her latest tweet?" Harry asked. I took my phone and saw the tweet.

"Last seven days in England. Will miss the place and my love, Nialler. I will always love this place," Was the tweet. My eyes were about to fall out when Harry patted my back.

"She didn't want you to know, so, she didn't tag you in the tweet. Greg decided to tell you, though," Harry said. "It's better if you don't see her leave because she said it would kill you."

"NO!" I yelled at Harry and ran back up to my room. I quickly took my phone and checked my reflection through the camera. My eyes were sore, red and puffy. My energy was wasted on crying. The morning isn't good, unlike always.

My phone rang in my total shock and it was Demi.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Niall!" She greeted, but, it was really sad and her voice wasn't really angelic like always. "I kinda need your help. I bought clothes from a store that was having a rush hour. And, right now, I'm in the bathroom because the clothes filled up the room, literally. So, can you come over and help me sort out the clothes?"

"Sure," I answered without a small smile. "Be there in fifteen."

I hung up and left for the hotel. I didn't really intend to talk to her about her departure in a week. It would make me cry.

I got to her door and was welcomed by a pile of clothes. I heard Demi scream as I opened the door.

"Niall!" She shouted.

"I'm okay, DemiBoo!" I yelled back.

Because I was under a pile of clothes, it sounded like an alien eating a fruit and a marshmallow at the same time, "IS DMLSBSISOKHSVSKJSAYNKSNWKDKW DECAJMDBWDUMWISSFKEMMI ISBSXILONBOGYBWO!"

After removing the pile of clothes, Demi helped me stand up and let me inside. There were clothes like, everywhere. Scattered. One, big, total mess. Like someone just ate a Big Mac in here. Like a really big Big Mac. Big Big Big Mac. VERY BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG MAC!

"Niall," Demi snapped her fingers in front of my eyes. "Are you okay? Is there something wrong?"

"Yes, Princess," I smiled. "Nothing is wrong. Shall we start sorting out the clothes? If we start now, we could finish before lunch. I really insist that we should do this now."

"Okay, Niall."

That's really odd. She doesn't call me Nialler anymore. She's acting like we're only friends. We're only acting... again. And, I don't want the acting. I want reality. I want the truth. Not the fantasy. This ain't some cheesy love story that a weird writer writes. This is real. Diall is real. Never will be forgotten. Ever.

After two hours, we finally finished sorting the clothes out. Then, I got a call from Louis.

"Hey, where are you?" He asked.

"At DemiBoo's room in the hotel," I answered. "What's going on?"

"Uh, we found your secret stash of Nando's and the management decided to take it away because it would make you look fat," He replied. "We were just playing a game of truth or dare when Zayn dared Harry to look for Nando's because he cleaned the whole house and not a single hint of Nando's has been seen. When Harry found the stash, well, he won."

"DAMN IT!" I yelled. "I knew it! I should have hidden it under my bed!"

"Well, I'm sorry, but, your food is gone," Louis said before hanging up. I sighed.

"What's wrong?" Demi asked me.

"Oh, they got rid of my secret stash of Nando's," I answered with a heavy sigh. "I was saving that for Christmas. But, I guess, it's gone."

"You can always buy more," She said. "Speaking of food, do you want to eat lunch now? They've got great lunch in the hotel."

"Really? That's cool," I replied and noticed a huge bag over there. "What's that bag for?"

"You know me. I take the pillows from the hotels. But, whatever. They says I deserve their pillows because I'm famous."

"Lucky."

After eating lunch, I left the hotel and went back to our house. While walking, I heard a familiar voice.

"Nialler!"

Oh, shit. It's Sasha.

-/-/-

HEY, HEY, YOU, YOU!

So, how y'all doin'? I've been gone and here I am, updating. School's a huge mess. The projects are due on Wednesday, but, they haven't given us the format for the book report. How the heck am I going to do that in a day?

Life sucks.

Anyway, I'm having a hard time with my Music Project that's due tomorrow! And, more projects to go! HURRAY! So, I might not update immediately.

Pardon the word over there. It was really necessary to use that word. So, I did. Pardon.

BYEEEEEE.

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