Tower

Chapter Seven

Lillian's POV

I gasp and sit up once I'm finally awake. I take a look at my surroundings and see that I am, in fact, still in my lousy apartment. I rub my face with my hands, trying to get rid of the nightmare I awoke from. The nightmare had completely messed me up. I hadn't had that one in over two years. To try to help shake the terrible dream I go on a run.

About fifteen minutes into my run I take a small break and buy a bottle of water at a nearby stand. As I'm standing there drinking my water someone taps me on my shoulder from behind. I shriek and turn around. "I'm sorry for startling you, ma'am," The girl apologizes, "I just thought you look eerily similar to the girl Niall was seen with last night."

"Um, do you mean Niall Horan?" I ask, not sure if they were asking about my- I mean the Niall I was thinking of.

"Yeah, him. I'm a huge fan, and I saw pictures of him an this girl hanging out last night. You happen to look a lot like her." She explains.

"Oh, um, I've gotten that a lot today." I shrug my shoulders, not knowing if I should tell her that I am in fact the girl Niall was seen with.

The girl frowns and says, "I'm sorry for bothering you. I just thought that if you were her I could take a picture with you and be able to show my friends." What she says makes me feel bad, so I come up with an idea to make both of us happy.

"Hey, why don't we take a picture anyways? You can show your friends that you met the girls look-a-like." I suggest. The girl just nods and shrieks slightly, getting her phone and hands it to me. I stand next to the girl and take a picture of us. We take several photos, all sillier than the one before.

"Thank you so much! Anyone else would've called me a freak." She thanks me, giving me a quick hug.

"It's no problem, dear." I smile at her. "Do you mind pm-ing the pics on twitter so I can have them too?"

"It's the least I can do." She says, handing her phone back to me so I can put in my twitter.

When I finally get back to my apartment I'm worn out. I've realized that running for two hours right after waking up is not the smartest thing in the world. I decide to take a quick shower so I can get clean. And once I'm done with my shower I lay down on my bed. I'm about to fall asleep when my phone starts ringing.

"Hi, whoever's calling me." I answer the phone, greeting the person on the other side of the line.

"Don't you have caller ID?" The other person asks with a familiar sounding accent.

"Yes, I do. But I hardly ever look at it." I tell the person, yawing afterwards.

"Really?" The person chuckles. "That is so you, Lily."

Recognizing the nickname, I quickly sit up and say, "Niall! Why didn't you just tell me it was you?"

"What fun would that be?" Niall asks, laughing at me.

"Ugh." I huff. "Why are you calling me anyways?"

"Is it a problem that I wanted to call my favorite person?" Niall questions, making me blush.

"I don't mind you calling me, but I was just about to fall asleep when you called." I say to him, my blush slowly fading.

"You could've ignored it. It's not like you have to answer the phone all of the time." He points out.

"I know, but what if it was someone important? Like my boyfriend or my boss?" I ask, laughing slightly.

"I'm offended that you think I'm not important." He fakes being upset, huffing to add to the act. "And last I checked I'm the closest thing to a boyfriend you have." Did he just say that? Does that mean he actually likes me? I mean, he had to like me somewhat to ask me out, unless he wasn't asking me out on an actual date and it was just a friendly out, but I don't think it was. Anyways, he had to have liked me a little, but I didn't know if he liked me enough to want to be my boyfriend.