Limitless (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 38

Mia’s POV

After only 2 weeks of the live shows the boys are all getting noticed by fans and I am now as well. I went shopping on Oxford street with Georgia yesterday before the third live show because I was getting fidgety and nervous as usual so we went out and a group of 6 girls came up and asked for our picture and signature. It’s so weird, and today I’m going out with Niall and this is after the third live show now and their fan base is growing unbelievably fast, meaning that they’re getting noticed more and more which is really strange for them as well as me and Georgia, if not more so since they’re the ones who are actually famous.

*Ring, ring…ring, ring…*

My phone blares out and I roll over at 5am to answer it.

“Hello?” I question as I answer, not bothering to look at the caller ID since, well it’s 5am and the screen’s too bright ok? It probably isn’t the most sensible thing that I’ve done but I do it anyway.

“Dump Niall or else bitch. I know where you live.” Comes the gruff response taking me completely by surprise and totally waking me up.

“Who is this? How do you have this number?” I say down the phone but about half way through there was a click signalling that whoever it was had ended the call. I just stare at the phone in my hands in shock before putting it down and starting to panic. I hug my arms around my knees, pulling them to my chest and I try to think whether it is the voice of someone I know or not…it had sounded vaguely familiar but I can’t be sure and it definitely freaked me out. I can’t decide if I should tell Niall or not, but the thing is, it hadn’t sounded like some crazy fangirl, well it had but the voice was manly, really manly, it was so weird. I shake my head, trying to clear it but it remains fogged with the phone call, usually I would go for a walk or something to clear my head but it’s dark outside and I don’t want to leave the house not after that.

I head downstairs and into the kitchen, turning as many lights on as I can along the way. I pour myself a glass of milk and sip at it. I know that there’s not a chance that I’m going to get to sleep now so I might as well just start getting ready, I’m just glad that the walls are all sound proof so I can’t wake my parents. I finish my glass of milk and then return to my room, well I pretty much run since I have to turn off all the lights along the way, and I don’t particularly like the pitch dark on a normal day and since I’m already freaked out from the call, there’s no way that I’ll be able to make it through the house in the dark, not for a while at least.

I get into the shower and allow my thoughts to wonder, I daydream a lot in the shower, as well as on any kind of journeys, movement, water and music all seem to have a calming and soothing effect on me, and sometimes I need that to help me escape into my imagination, away from the harsh realities of life. I think about what life might be like in 5 years time, hopefully I would graduate from drama school and Niall would be going on tour or something while we Skyped each other every night, no matter what time, just so that we could talk to each other and say goodnight. And then, once I was done with drama school I would go on tour with the boys for a bit while my agent looks for work for me and then when I get back to London I have an audition for the lead of a new blockbuster movie which I get and Niall supports me all the way and everything is just perfect. But that’s just a dream, all in my head, not reality, not real, just my imagination, but life’s not like that, not one bit, there is always someone or something putting obstacles in the way that we have to work around. Life is not simple, it’s anything but simple and I know that even at the young age of 16, but life only gets tougher and you have to harden yourself against people that might want to hurt you or get in your way, but you learn how to cope, just like everyone does and if you don’t then you are lost, everyone must find their place in the world and I like to let my imagination play stories in my head of what could happen in life…the perfect life.