Love... A Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter 4: Curiosity killed the Cat or in this case, Harry

Dedication goes to caitlindono17 for being my second follow!

Niall's P.O.V.

I fidgeted during the interview, mind on the diary sitting on my bunk. All I could think about was that first entry and the mystery girl. All of a sudden someone nudged me.

I snapped to attention and looked at the interview. She was a slut, her boobs were so fake, it made Taylor Swift's heartbreak look real. "Sorry, what?"

"I saaaaid," the interviewer said, dragging out the word. "Do you have your eye on anyone, Niall?"

"No I-"

I was cut off by Harry. "I think so because all he does is go sit in his bunk and stare at something! And when we try to see, he hides it from us!"

I couldn't help but blush when he said this. Sure, I was hiding the diary from the rest of the boys, but only because I wanted it to be my little secret.

"Ok maybe that's true, but I don't like anyone!" I said.

"Suuuuuuuuure," Harry teased.

I blushed as the boys laughed. The interviewer laughed too. It was too high and fake and downright hair-raising. I'll bet the girl I saved had a beautiful laugh. Too bad she was so miserable. I had only read the first entry because I wanted them to last. I kept thinking about that little purple book, full of clues that would lead me back to this girl.

I managed to get through the interview but the moment we were free I ran to my bunk. When I landed on it I grabbed the little purple book and opened it. Instead of rereading the first entry I went to the next one. I began reading.

Why is it that everything bad happens to me?

Seriously, why is it that everything bad happens to me? My life sucks. I can't focus in school to save my life, so I'll never graduate college, and no one likes me, and now I'm a murderer. Apparently. But I'm not, and no one believes me.

Today the whole school watched as I was pulled out of class to be interviewed by the police. They asked me again, if I killed my brother. I told them no. They laughed in my face. To them, there is no doubt that I killed my brother. No alibi, no real reason to be somewhere else, the fight. God, I wish I could go back and not leave the house. I wish I could have apologized to my brother. We were fighting over something so stupid. I think it was my grades. He was always so protective... I'm still getting used to talking about him in the past tense. It's so freakin hard. Do you mind if I swear? 'Cause I know that I will in the next few entries. I used to never swear, but you know, things change. Oh I'm sorry, did that sound bitter? Oh, wait, was that sarcasm? Oh my God, I speak sarcasm?

I started laughing when I read this, and all of a sudden Harry's head popped up. "Whatcha reading?"

I jumped and put a hand to my heart. "Holy fudge Harry, don't do that to me!"

Harry grinned and jumped on my bed. "So whatcha doing?"

"Reading," I said, and went back to the book. I noticed that Harry was still there, staring at me. When I couldn't take it any longer, I snapped, "What?"

"Well, I was just wondering what you were doing but if you want to be mean, that's fine," Harry got up and started walking away.

I felt guilty. Harry had done literally nothing. All he was doing was being curious. "Hey, Harry?" I called out.

Harry turned around instantly. "Yeah?"

"Sorry for snapping at you, mate. It's just that the interview stressed me out and I'm just really protective over this book," I apologized.