Middle Of Nowhere

A/N:

I really hope you like this, please let me know what you think about it.

- Hermione :P xx

Chapter 1. -

It was a lovely day, I was sitting on the ground next to the picnic basket, my camera on my hand, ready. It was this, the silence, that's so wonderful.

My name is April, yes, like the month, I'm 19 years old, I'm a photographer, I live on the outskirts of Manchester, very far away from the city, in a little house in the meadow, I'm on my own, my dad died when I was eight, my mom, she doesn't want me, she's mad at me for wanting to be a photographer, we had a huge discussion about it two years ago and I left home and came here, I haven't talked to her since I left, she doesn't know I'm here, she doesn't even know that this place exist, I bought it when I left, with my savings from all my life and my dad's money, he left it all to me when he died but I haven't used anything til now.

I don't have any social networks, newspapers, magazines. I ran away from the society, I just go to the city to buy supplies about three times a year. I don't know what's happened on the outside and it's not like if I used to care when I lived with my mom. I don't have anyone now, the few friends I had I left them when I came here, I'm not even sure if they were true friends, they never tried to contact me when I left, maybe my mom was right and there wasn't anything I could do right. But there's a friend, the only one who I ever considered a true friend, she didn't even tried to contact me when I left, she just sent me a text saying that if I ever needed anything I knew where to find her and to take care. That's another reason why I love her, that Daniella, but we haven't talked since I left, but well, I'm fine, I enjoy being here and I regret nothing. Silence is the sound I like the best, apart from music of course. I just enjoy being like this, beside the lake, lying on the ground with my camera in my hand ready to picture all this beauty, that's my life, that's my passion. I could stay like this forever but, of course, you don't always get what you want.

I hear a sound, a sob, there was someone else there, on the other side of the bushes, well that's weird. No one ever comes here but me.  I get nearer to the person who's there, trying not to be seen, I get to a place on the bushes where I can watch but not be seen. There were two boys around my age, sitting on the ground, one was blond and was hugging the other one, he had curly brown hair and he was the one crying, the blond one was comforting him, rubbing his back and he was whispering something to the curly haired boy's ear, he calmed down and started to just silently cry. 

I thought they looked cute, they seemed like a couple, so I photographed them, I was taking more pictures of them when the blond boy seemed to notice me. 

Niall's POV

I ran after him, I knew how he felt, I've felt like that before, he has had it with this but he's my friend and I've got to look after him. I reach him and get him into my car, I get on the driver's seat and start to drive off.  "Where are we going?" Harry asks me, not too preoccupied. I answer him with another question "Where do you want to go?"  He thinks about it for a second. "Anywhere as long as it is far away from here". 

And I know the perfect place, far away from civilisation and no one ever goes there. And I take him to the lake. It's a small lake on the outskirts of town, I used to go there with my mom all the time but I haven't gone there for about four years, but it seems like I'm going again today. After ten minutes, we get there and Harry is still crying, poor boy, the stress is killing him, he can't do this for another second, he needs his privacy and his own space too. This is the price we pay for fame. We all wanted to be famous but with that you have to renounce to a lot of things and privacy is one of them. He just can't take it anymore. I understand him, I've felt like that before, wanted to run away from reality but I never had. We get out of the car, I have to drag Harry out of the car. And we sit by the lake, I'm hugging him and he's sobbing into my shoulder. I whisper something into his ear to calm him down, and he calms down a bit and just silently cries, looking down.

"Niall" Harry suddenly says. "I think I heard something, like a camera".

"No, it can't be, no one knows we're here, you're hearing things" I answer him. 

"No, I'm sure, I'd recognise the click of a camera anywhere, believe me". He insisted.So I looked around to check if there was anyone there. And then I saw her. A girl, dressed on withe jeans and a white blouse, she didn't have shoes on, her hair was pulled back on a ponytail and a camera covering nearly all her face. So I stood up after telling Harry that I was going to fix it. I'm just going to ask her not to publish those pictures and leave. Ok. I can do this. She might not be that easy, papparazi do anything for their job. But I'm gonna have to try.

I walked to her, she noticed me and pulled the camera down, revealing her face. She was beautiful. Perfect. Sparkling hazel eyes. 0 make up. She was too beautiful to have such a job. But after all, she was a papparazi. What else could she have been doing taking pictures of them with that huge camera. Before I could say a word, she told me "I'm so sorry, sir. I shouldn't have taken those pictures without your permission, I'll delete them if you want". No Niall, don't trust her, she's just trying to make you think her intentions weren't bad and let her keep the photos. She can't trick me.

"Oh really? You won't convince me. Delete those pictures right now and leave us alone, our personal lives are none of your concern!" I instantly regretted what I said. You should have seen the hurt on her face. But she isn't an easily hurt girl, she answered back, firmly but not shouting.

"Well I'm so sorry, sir, there's no need to shout, I was going to keep those pictures for myself, but of course I'm going to delete them if you want me to."

Well, now, er, I needed to make sure.

April's POV

I can't believe that guy is being so mean. Why did it affect him do much? Now, this was getting personal. I'm not deleting those images when he treats me like trash for no aparent reason.  "Ok, here, see." I said to him calmly. I put the camera in front of him so he would see. I had taken 7 pictures. One by one I deleted them. But. When I was going to delete the seventh I might have accidentally pressed the button of the opposite side of were the last picture was without the guy noticing. Well, that was easy. "Well, thank you" now he seemed more calmed. "It's a bit annoying, you now, to have a camera shoved in front of your face every day". 

What? Who did he think he was? "Well, it isn't like if you're famous or something" I laughed. He laughed a bit awkwardly with me. Strange. "Are you?" I had stopped laughing now. "What? Me? Famous? No of course not" He answered a little bit too fast. 

Niall's POV

Oh My God. She hadn't recognised me, but if she didn't know who Harry and I were, then why was she taking those pictures? She could be lying. But something told me that she wasn't. "Why… why were you taking the pictures? I asked, carefully.

"Well, you see, I'm a photographer, I live in that house over the meadow". She pointed at a little house far away. "I usually come here to think and take photos of whatever there is, no one had ever came here since I've lived here and I thought that you and your boyfriend were cute". What? Did she said boy-boyfriend? Me and Harry? Dating? Of course not.

  "What? No! We, we are not dating, we're just close friends" I told her. "Oh, I'm sorry, I just thought, you looked a bit like, just forget it" she said. "So, well I think your friend is waiting for you and I better go back to do nothing" She said, suddenly changing of subject. I had nearly forgotten that Harry was there.

"Yeah, I guess. Er, thank you. Goodbye." "Bye". She said and walked away to wherever she had came from.

I wanted to go after her. Talk to her. Get to know her. But right now, Harry needed me. And suddenly had the idea that would turn my life around.