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32. Runaway.

Caitlyn's POV.

It's been two days since I brought my journal and I already consumed 23 pages. Yes, twenty three pages. I only wrote the most unforgettable moments, moments I spent with Niall. Moments that will never fade. Moments that money wasn't enough to buy and take it away from me, from us. Moments that will stay in my mind and my heart, forever. Remembering those times while writing it on the thin paper makes me smile every second. Reminisce the laughter, the sweetness, the hugs and the kisses.

When I was done writing all of my thoughts and feelings to the lifeless thick notebook, I put the journal under my pillow, here in my bunk. The boys was on the stadium, talking to some people about their schedule for tomorrow's concert. Niall forced me to go with them, but being skittish girl I am, I refuse it and decided to be alone here in the tourbus. I don't wanna go outside, and the weather still haven't changed, the cloud was still grey.

Grabbing my phone beside me, not caring nor glancing about the time and date imprinted, I swipe my finger into the screen, unlocking it. Pretty face of Niall and I quickly appeared on the home screen, I smiled. This is our first picture back in Paris. Sliding my finger again as I tap the blue bird icon, I haven't logged in here for ages. I miss the hate, fans I mean.

Once I logged in, tremendous mention flooded my interaction. Asking how I was, how was Niall, how's our first monthsary, telling me I'm ugl-wait, first monthsary? Now?!

I quickly tap the home button and check the calendar. 4th September, 2014. Woop, they're right. I mean, how did they found out? Duh, they're directioners, they are better than the NBI.

Due to my horror, I tossed my phone on the pillow and quickly jumped out of my bunk. After I washed up my body and wore a tank top and shorts, I got out of the tourbus. Thank God, it's not raining but due to the color of the clouds, it will rain later. I'm not a weather forcaster but I can tell.

It's been one month. I can't believe it, it feels like year. Five minutes later and I finally reached the backstage of the stadium.

"Hey missy, looking for?" I turned around and saw Paul standing on the door frame while huge grin plastered in to his face.

"Niall." I stated. He nodded his head repeatedly, "This way." He smiled, I smiled back at him as I continue to follow him.

Niall's POV.

"Done! See you all tomorrow!" Ryan, our cheographer, dismissed us. Thank God and that stupid dance steps was finally done. I don't dance, ok? And whenever I dance the fans will fangirl and I don't know why. Even the simple rubbed on my dick while I was singing my solo in 'Better Than Words', they're all cheered up, I don't know why it has a huge affect to them. They're going crazy whenever I do that.

I sat on the wooden floor and facing the four mirrored walls, dance room I should say. Ryan left with the other guys and I don't know why I am staying here. I wipe the sweat beads over my forehead, I don't mind the aircon, I felt really hot.

As I stand up from the floor and grabbed a bottled water and hankie, a familiar voice called out for my name. I turned around and saw my hairstylist back in 2012. But even though she's not my hairstylist anymore, we still remain friends and keep in touch.

"Niall! It's been a long time!" She streched her arms as she surprisingly hug me, I hugged her back. I miss her silliness.

"Hannah, what brings you here? I thought you're in Hawaii?" I broke the hug and rest my hands over her shoulder.

"Oh, Chris and I decided to watch your concert tomorrow since we're back here in UK."

"Oh, where's your little boyfie?" I mocked her with the word boyfie, I still remember when she's so in love with that guy, named Chris. She always hang out with him and when they became together, Chris convinced Hannah to move in Hawaii with him. And that was the reason why she wasn't my hairstylist anymore, well, we do still have Lou.