Enchanted n.h. au

Chapter Eight

Niall's P.O.V.

In my dabbles into dating, I learned that there was a three day rule. Harry was the one who told me about it. Something about if you don't hear from the person within three days-they weren't interested. I had a hard time believing this. What if they got tied up? They could have a lot of school work, or maybe a time devoting hobby-like I don't know, those ships in a bottle.

Harry and Louis would come see me, but not together. Each telling me something different.  Louis would say get out there and find someone like her. He couldn't understand love in my opinion. If he was able to, he'd get his arse back to Harry's house. Harry on the other hand, would tell me to wait. After all, you can count to three differently. I was thankful for Harry's odd philosophical mind.

Zayn and Perrie were checking, double checking and stalking every guest on the list. The bouncer wasn't all that helpful; he did tell us she came with two twins who were wearing converse. Perrie called up her girlfriends asking if they had talked to any of them had danced with one of them. One had, and she said his name was Andrew and he was the gentler of the two, what ever the hell that meant.

Liam had to be the most helpful. When Gypsy ran out, I retreated to the ballroom. Liam saw how pitiful I looked. He asked what was wrong, and all I said was 'Princess'. He bolted out of the hall, and chased after her. He couldn't catch her, but he got the license of the Addison Lee. He even caught a glimpse in the van, but he didn't catch her face. Jogging back into the hall, he handed me the number, clapping my shoulder. "Niall, she's a damn flight risk."  he said catching his breath. I didn't say anything, but pecked his cheek in thanks.

The first day after the party, I was pumped. I felt higher than any drug could get me. She was real, she was out there, and she could find me. I'd called, and suffered through countless interviews.  There were articles, and people searching, I was quite confident.

Yesterday, I was still hopeful. Gypsy seemed shy, maybe she was just scared. She didn't seem like the kind of person to just walk away. The Addison Lee called me, told me the name of the driver and he knew the twins, knew the girl danced with me, but didn't know her name. He'd given her the dress though. From the seemingly intelligent caller, the twin's last name was White. Their first names are Alex and Andrew.

But the prick driver, wouldn't tell me where they lived. I even called the guy, whose accent was thick, and he told me, "That would be breaking the confidentially agreement." I called Zayn he told me that wasn't a thing in taxi services.

Today, I drug myself out of bed. I rubbed my face as I popped my back. I could feel my tears starting to form again. "Damn you Gypsy. I hate what you're doing. If you don't want me, just come and tell me." I swore violently at her picture, throwing the locket down.

Stepping out of my bathroom with dripping hair, I sat sock footed on my floor. Crossing my legs, I stared at her picture. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." I mumbled running the locket through my fingers. The cool chain had become my rosary, I turned to it.

Reaching up on my bed, I pulled my pillow down. I hugged it, burying my face into it's fluff. Being alone didn't bother me. The feeling of loneliness is what makes me cry at night. The boys all thought it was because of a nightmare-but it wasn't. If they got lonely, they had someone. Liam had Sophia, and Danielle before that, Louis had Eleanor, before that Harry, Zayn had Perrie. Who'd I have- Harry, if he wasn't dotting around charming people to fill his void. I'd never admit that I knew Harry, Liam, or Louis due to their job, but they sure made me the money with me fictionalizing it.

I was so close to giving up. Giving up on Gypsy, giving in to dying alone. It couldn't be that lonely could it? My phone rang, causing me to jump. It slid across the floor, causing a string of violent curses to hell to fall from my lips as I crawled across the floor to retrieve it.

"'Ello?" I picked up. I ran my fingers over and over the locket.

"Niall?" I recognized the voice, it was the guy from the paper!

"Yeah?" I could feel my heart in my throat. I clung to the phone, running around for something to wear.

"We have someone on the line, he says he's a friend of the girl." there was doubt in his voice, but this was the first nibble I'd gotten all day. I would be damned if I didn't take it.

"Put him through, now!" I stared off, thinking of how great this could be if it turned out.

"Hello, is this Niall?" a soft voice asked. I found myself nodding even though he couldn't see me. Smacking myself I replied with a yes.

"My name's Andrew, I know Gypsy. The locket is shaped like a door, and has a picture of her mom holding her. It's in black and white with 'My girls. Love forever and always' on the back. You danced with her until my twin and I showed up. You wrote something on her hand, something about stars." he was speaking in a rush, but I caught it all.

"My God yes!" I shouted jumping up and down while trying to fit into my shorts.

"Okay, you have to hurry." there was the smallest since of urgency in his voice. It was just enough to cause worry.

"What's wrong?" I asked, though it came out muffled by me putting on my baseball t-shirt.

"Listen, it's along story. I'm going to met you at the Barnes 'n Noble, in the teen section. We have to hurry." I could sense the panic.

"Alright, I'm on me way." I hung up, popped my snapback on my head, and grabbed my keys. She was so close I could taste it.

a/n: Frat boy Niall. Just thought that'd be a nice touch.  I feel like it's getting close to the end of the Cinderella part, so it draws the question what to do? Do I just end it? Write a cute little epilogue. Or do I continue it as a story. Either way I have ideas. Please  comment with your opinion, I really value it. Thanks! xx