Pink

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Pink's POV:

I slowly walked into the arena, looking around in awe at the seat-filled room, soon to be filled with screaming fans.

"Pink! You made it!" Niall cheered. He stood on the empty stage, with his guitar in his lap. His blonde hair was thoroughly messed up as his blue eyes shone.

"Of course I made it!" I called and grinned. He smiled back to me and I started to run towards the stage to join him. I stopped for a minute, and kicked off my high heels.

I ran barefooted and trotted up the side stairs to the stage. Niall greeted me with a hug.

 "What's up?" He asked me.

"Nothing much. Except Simon just informed me that not only is management going to take over my twitter account, but I have to go on four dates with Harry in the next week." I scrunched my face in disgust. "And one of them I have to slow dance with him. Not like middle school slow dance, like real steps and stuff! And I have no idea how to do that-" I ranted. 

"I'm going to that party, too. Here. I'll show you how it's done." Niall took my hands and placed one of his shoulder, and one in his hand. He put his other open hand on my waist and he smiled. "Just relax." He told me and I let out a sigh. 

He pressed music on his phone and "Change My Mind" slowly starting playing.

"Step forward, and then go to the back. Twirl," He spoke quietly and lifted his arm up. I giggled as I spun under it gracefully. "Cause I don't wanna know I'm walking away; if you'll be mine." He sung. He looked up, his beautiful pink lips coming closer to mine. 

Our lips were barely an inch away from each other when the music abruptly stopped. 

"Ehem." 

Niall broke away from me to look at Harry standing in the wings.

"Awe, look at the two lovebirds." He said sarcastically. I sighed.

"I'll see you later Niall." I said sadly and grabbed my shoes before leaving the two alone.

Niall's POV:

"What the fuck, Harry!" I slapped him on the backside of his head, and he smirked.

"Just playing around with ya, Ni. No need to freak."

"Harry, this was my chance!"

"Oh, your chance to kiss Pink? And then watch as she runs away in horror? Niall, don't forget. That bet is still on."

I sighed and ran my hand through my already-messy hair.

Harry walked away, leaving me alone, once again, in the arena.

"Ni, you gotta tell her soon." I talked to myself. "Let her know before Harry ruins her."

I paced around the stage.

"Pink, I've liked you since the first day I met you. We got along great, and I really admire the way you are so independent and... strong. You're unlike any girl I've ever met. And... I just can't do this anymore. When you're around me, I go crazy. I worry every night about what Simon is going to say to me because of you. You were so stupid to sign that contract-"

I suddenly looked out to see Pink standing in the audience. Her face crumbled and she ran away, heavy sobs escaping from her fragile body.

"Pink! Pink!" I called after as Harry's hand clamped down on my shoulder.

"I told you, Niall. Once you told her your true feelings, she gone."

Pink's POV:

"Sorry 'bout interuppting you guys there," Harry walked over to me.

"What do you want?" I said.

"Geez." He put his hands up. "I just wanted to apologize and tell you that Niall is waiting for you in arena." Harry put his hand gently on the small of my back and led me towards the doors.

I opened the door quietly, watching Niall in confusion as he talked to himself on the stage.

"And... I just can't do this anymore. When you're around me, I go crazy. I worry every night about what Simon is going to say to me because of you. You were so stupid to-"

I had heard rumors about him and Demi being together, but I had never thought they were actually dating. He must be worried about being seen with me so much and the paparazzi.

I had always assumed he was single, I never thought...

A tremor rippled through my body, a loud cry erupting from my mouth and echoing into the arena. I looked up through tear-filled eyes to see Niall in shock.

"Pink! Pin-"

I was gone.