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Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

Niall's POV:

"Niall, where were you?" I heard Madison ask at the other end of the phone.

"What do you mean?" I asked, voice full of sleep.

The familiar ringtone had woken me up.

"We had a date last night! You stood me up, according to the Tabloids. Do you know how much trouble you're in with management?"

Shit.

Actually, no. This as more like a fuck shitbitch Jesus in hell kind of a situation.

"Where were you?" She asked again.

"I slept over a friend's house. Hang on, there's another call coming in," I pressed talk again.

"Hello Niall," I heard Mr. Peters say.

Like I said;

Fuck shitbitch Jesus in hell.

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I rubbed my eyes tiredly as I woke, stepping onto my feet, numb from cold. I heard a low voice talking in the living room, and it took me a moment to remember that Niall had slept over.

From the likes of the situation, he was talking with management, sounding frustrated.

As I padded out, I heard what the conversation was about.

"Jesus! I forgot! Is that so bad? How the hell did the Paps even know I "stood her up"?" Niall yelled.

Whoaaaaaahhhh.

"So what you're telling me is that you're blaming me for something that's your fault? Gee thanks, 'preciate it, mate," Niall exclaimed sarcastically.

"No, you know what, fuck you, I had a great night with a friend, I would have rather spent time with her than on a stupid date with Madison." He rolled his eyes.

"Her?!?!" I heard the other person screech at the other end.

Niall's eyes widened. "I meant him, jeez, it's fucking nine in the morning. I'm at Jake's."

"Fine," he snapped. "Have a fucking wonderful day, Mr. Peters."

Ooh, Mr. Peters. That explains it.

I walked over and hugged the angry boy, trying to make him feel better.

"Nice save," I mumbled into his chest as he hugged me back. "Want food?"

"What do you have?" He asked.

"Left over pizza," I answered as he pulled back and raised his eyebrows.

"You know what, fuck you, it's good," I said, mock stomping away to the fridge.

I heard him laugh. "You're so weird, Blue."

Again with this? "Okay, speaking of which, why do you call me that?"

"Well, you just seem like a blue person. Not in your mood or anything, but for me blue represents a stormy blue. You remind me of a storm, Blaire. You're wild and confusing on the outside, but in your core anyone can find a reliable shelter from the world. You're the clouds, the sky, the wind, and the water in one. That's why I call you Blue."

I stood, shocked that anything serious could come out of his mouth. Especially something like that. I ran and hugged him again.

"That might just be the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. Like ever," I said, giggling.

We stayed lime that for a while; just hugging in my kitchen.

When we finally pulled away, I asked "who's Madison?"

Niall grimaced. "My beard."

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Madison's POV:

Still mad at Niall, I decided to go out.

The guy had ditched me again. Emphasis on again.

Even though we're fake dating, it still hurts to be stood up. And even more embarrassed, Mr. Peters had called the Paps for this date only to have him not show up.

So many rumors get started over things like this.

Especially for a friend he sees almost everyday anyway.

I was still Niall's friend, even if we weren't dating for real.

So here I am, 4 in the afternoon, seven hours later, walking along the pavement on Melburry Street, looking for a roof to hide me from the wind.

Just my luck, there was a pancake shoppe up ahead. I haven't had those in a while.

Walking up to the door, the bell jingled as I walked in, my eyes falling upon a familiar face.

"Hello, my name's Blaire. Welcome to Merrel's Pancake Shoppe, how may I help you?"

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Hehe cliffhanger.

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