We have it in an Essex Way. (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Sunny day in London.

"I can't believe we have to spend today at the studio, it's so sunny outside!," Kirsten complained. 

"Hey, it won't be that bad, Steven said we'd finish around 3," Charlie said. 

"So you're seeing Zayn after that, right?," Maddie teased her. 

"I guess. He'll be at the studio too, so maybe we'll see them."

 At the studio

"So we all agree the tracklist will be the same as in the Arena Tour, right?," Steven asked. 

"Yes!," we all answered. 

"Then I guess that's all. You can go home."

"Yay! I wanna go shopping, anyone coming with me?," Maddie said. 

"I'm up for it!," Kirsten was always up for anything.

"Count me in!," Haley loves shopping, better if it means she's going to get a coffe after that. 

"I'll go home and wait for Zayn there," Charlie said. 

"Okay then, but don't do anything dirty on the common places of the house Charls!," Maddie joked, "you coming Brooke?"

"No, I don't feel like shopping right now, to be honest. Plus, I've been thinking about a new song and want to know where I go with it."

"Fine, see you tonight then!"

They've all left, and now I'm here alone. I really need to play something, to write, even if it is a crap song no one would ever hear. I don't know why I've been thinking about him so much lately. It's not like I know a thing about him, nor where he is, nor what he has done after all these years. Would he recognise me if he saw me? Does he know I am me when he sees me on TV? And what would I do if I see him again? Would I run? Would I just stay there and watch him? That sounds creepy. Would I cry?

"...and would I cry if I saw you? 

or would I try to hold you? 

Would you run if you saw me?"

Great, I'm stuck in there. I hate when this happens. As much as I hate the day he left. Do I hate him? I did. So much, actually. But I don't know anymore. It still hurts, obviously, but it would hurt coming from someone else too.

"... and now I understand 

that there's no way I'll let you back. 

Even if I get the chance, 

no, I won't let you back. 

You hurt me once, 

still hurts so bad..."

Looks like I'm getting it.

"Do you know it's me? 

I don't really know if I care. 

'Cos I'm finally free, 

And I know I don't need you here, 

And I knew it was about time 

that I'd forget 

but never forgive"

Alright. I think I just wrote a million verses for a million different songs. How fun, Brooke, well done.

"Hey! That sounds good!," I heard someone said. 

"Sure, it's just the crap of a future draft. Wait, who's that?," I turned around to see a blond guy on the door. "Hey Niall, I thought I was alone....did you hear everything?"