Different - a Niall Horan love story

Chapter 20

So, the past six hours of 1D-Day have been so amazing. The guys are all stressed out because they have to be in front of cameras for seven hours. I agree, they are used to stand in front of one, but that’s a little bit different I guess. They’ve been doing really amazing so far, I don’t even know how they are doing it. Of course, some things had to go wrong and Niall painted his hair purple. And it actually fits him.

The last hour is coming up in which they are supposed to all be in front of the camera, and they’re doing a duet with such an amazing singer in the end ! Haha, yeah, I already know who it is. Be jealous.

There are a lot of girls here and someone who won a competition to meet the guys arrived an hour ago and she looked really excited. I’ve talked to her for a while and she seems like a really nice girl. The girls who leave the telephone cell, where they can listen to the cd for the first time, are all overly excited and they want to listen to the cd again, and I can’t blame them, it’s an extraordinary album.

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‘You look so cute with your purple hair.’ I smile while I ruffle through Niall’s hair.

‘I do, don’t it ?’ he cheekily smiles. I role my eyes while a short laugh escapes my mouth.

‘You’re unbelievable.’ I answer while pecking his lips.

‘So, miss Cassidy, what did you think of the show ?’ Zayn asks – with a very posh accent – while stealing me away from Niall by taking my arm and locking it with his.

‘Well, mister Malik, I actually enjoyed it very well, thank you very much.’ I smile at him, copying his accent. Why are we talking like this ? It is funny though.

‘I surely hope you did, because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to sleep this night.’ He smiles innocently.

‘Than I hope I said the right thing. I wouldn’t want to keep you from sleeping at night, would I ?’ I grin. He starts laughing since my accent is really terrible. Honestly, me and copying accents don’t work together. At all. His laughter makes me laugh with him too, causing Harry to come and see what’s wrong.

‘What are you doing …?’ he asks.

‘Nothing, my dear Harry, nothing. We were just talking about Zayn’s sleeping manners.’ I answer, again trying to speak with the terrible accent.

‘Okay, now I get it.’ He says while a big smile appears on his face. ‘You’re so terrible at that.’

‘Thank you Harry, you surely know how to make a woman feel better.’ I chuckle.

‘I know.’ He blinks, me rolling my eyes but smiling at the same time. ‘We’re all heading out by the way. I mean, Liam, Louis, Niall and me. We were wondering if you guys would like to come too ?’

‘What are we doing ?’ Zayn asks.

‘Niall wants to go eat at Nando’s.’ Harry rolls his eyes. Yeah, we probably could’ve expected that, it’s one of the reasons I like Niall so much after all.

‘FOOOOD !’ I scream while running to the exit. I hear Harry and Zayn laugh behind me, not surprised by my reaction. On my way out, I see Liam, Louis and Niall walking, so I run passed them. ‘Last one out pays !’ I scream. Their reaction – of course – is that they all start running, but not without trying to tackle each other, or pulling at each other’s clothes.

Since Louis plays football, he very well knows how to tackle someone, and I’m the one who gets to feel that and I must say, it’s not that fun. It actually hurts to fall on the ground, face first, you know.