Saving Niall

Chapter Three-Happy To What Feeling

The next morning, I was waiting outside my flat's building.
I wrapped my coat around my body tighter.
The wind was howling in my ears, causing them to go numb.
Moments later, I got a call from Niall. "Sorry, we'll be here any second!" He explained.
"Yeah, its fine." I smiled. "I also need to add something, I'm meeting  a long time friend, Ali, there. You okay with it?" I nodded.
"Definitely, see you soon!" I hung up and held my jacket tighter.
Why must it be so cold in the fall, why?
About two minutes later, I saw Niall and Liam's heads sticking out of a car window, Niall was waving like a complete fool.
"Hey guys!" I beamed, hopping in the car.
Before I took a seat, Harry grabbed me by the waist and held me to his lap.
"There aren't anymore seats." He winked. I grinned and pointed to an empty spot.
"Actually, there is." I chuckled. "But my invisible friend is sitting there." He lied, flirtatiously.
I chuckled again and held onto the arm rest. Looking over at Niall, I could see the redness on his cheeks. I wondered why.
"Niall, you okay? You look a little warm." I explained.
He smiled with his lips and nodded. "I just need air." He confessed, opening the car window. 

 We were waiting in the waiting room for our studio when a tall brown haired girl walked in and smiled.
She looked beautiful, I was jealous of her flawless self.
Come on, who wouldn't date her? She had a perfect figure and face.
"Niall..." She breathed. His face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Ali..." He also breathed, running to her and embracing her petite figure.
There was a quiet moment. When they parted, they looked into each others eyes and giggled. Niall kissed her softly on the cheek, still linked in a hug.
For some reason, I felt like a weight was just put in my stomach and something tickled in my throat.
No, I didn't like him.
Maybe it was my dinner?
"Ali, I'd like you to meet my new friend, Aria." Niall explained, letting her go.
I got up and went to shake her hand.
"Hey, Ali," I smiled. She flashed her teeth like she could care less.
"Aria, what a pretty name." She lied. I knew she was lying.
"Erm, thanks. I like yours too." I said back.
Her smiled faded away. See.
"So, Ni, when are you and the boys recording?" She asked, completely ignoring me and hanging on him again.
"About now, Al," he announced, looking at his watch. "Fab, lets go it." She begged. Niall looked at us all and nodded.

Ali and I sat in spinny chairs and watched the guys sing behind a clear glass.
"Yes I like the way you smile with your eyes, other guys see you but don't realize that it's my, my loving." Niall reached those notes perfectly, he then winked, not at me, but at Ali.
I looked down at my phone and began to play Angry Birds, I didn't want to watch them flirt.
I looked up at the boys with a distraught look on my face.
I actually liked Niall Horan.
Wait, this can't be happening, I just met the boy for God's sake.
Niall tapped on the glass while he didn't have to sing.
He lipped if I was okay.
I sighed and nodded, putting my phone away, I should just focus on their work.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Ali staring at me.
I felt self-concious.
This was surreal, I couldn't like him, I just couldn't.
Three songs later, they took a five minute break.
I was still sitting in my chair, texting Amelia.

"Hey, you okay?" I looked up and saw Niall with his hands in his pockets.

"Erm, yeah, just a little queasy," I lied.

Niall looked at me in concern and sat next to me.
He put his warm hand on my head and counted to ten.
"Your head is warm." He explained, grabbing a water bottle from behind.
"Here, it'll help." He explained.
I weakly smiled and took a sip.
"Thanks."
"Ni, do you want to walk?" Ali interrupted, pointing to the door.
Niall looked at me. I nodded. 

I began to walk down the hallway and towards the bathroom when I heard giggling and smooching. Quietly looking down the corner, I saw Niall propped against the wall, and Ali snogging him.
There was an empty feeling in my heart, also cold.
I sighed and began to run to the bathroom, trying not to make a peep.
When I got in there, I ran into a stall, locked the door and rested my back to it.
No tears filled my eyes, just shock.
I was jealous for sure, but not sad, envious.
The door creaked and I heard footsteps.
Looking through the stall crack, I saw Ali, reapplying her clear lip gloss.
I flushed the loo to make it sound like I went and opened the door.
She snapped her head in my direction.
"Oh, it's you." She muttered, looking back into the mirror.
"Sorry, not Beyonce," I kindly joked. She laughed for a second and quickly ended.
"So, how long have you known Niall?" She asked.
I bit my lip and thought.
"Three days or so?" She smirked and took out her blush.
"Isn't he perfect?" She asked, rubbing the powder on. I smiled and nodded.
"A great friend," I confessed, leaning on the sink.
"Just a friend, right?" She asked.
I looked at my Toms. "Yeah," I lied.
She set her makeup down and stood in front of me.
"Just a friend?" She repeated, more sharp. I bit my lip.
"Yes," I remarked. "Good," she growled, going back to her makeup.
"Why?" I asked. She again, impatiently set it down again. "You know why." She muttered, leaving the bathroom.
I rolled my eyes and followed. 

When I walked back into the recording studio, Niall looked shocked and ignored Ali's entrance.
Instead, he waved sympathetically at me.
I returned a small smile with my arms crossed and walked back to my seat.
Niall followed. "Hey, you feeling better?" He asked, taking a seat next to me.
I nodded. "Yep." Niall frowned.
"Somethings, wrong?" He asked, knowing there was something wrong.
"Erm, yeah, Amelia wanted me to help her grocery shop." I lied.
Niall tilted his head and raised his eyebrow.
"Really, why?" He asked. I fidgeted with my finger nails.
"She's having a birthday party and needs a lot of food." I again lied.
Niall nodded. "That works." He chuckled.
I smiled and got up from my chair.
"Wait, you need a ride." He explained.
"I'll call my Amelia." I explained. He sighed and nodded. "When will we see each other again?" He asked. I looked at the ground and huffed, leaving the room. 

 I was sitting in Amelia's car when my phone began to ring.
"Hello?" I asked the unknown number.
"Erm yeah, this is Harry-watch it man!" He explained, also yelling at someone else.
"How'd you get my number?" I asked.
"Doesn't matter at the moment, sweets.
Niall is having a meltdown, I've never seen him this sad or mad, he's yelling at Ali."
He explained. I gasped.
"What? Why?" I heard him shrug.
"He thinks Ali said something to you to make you leave. He's a mess."
I bit my lip and looked down. "Should I come back?" I asked.
"Not right now, that will make him feel bad." I sighed.
"Well, I have to get going, talk to you later." I announced.
"Bye beautiful." I rolled my eyes and hit end.
"Everything all right?" Amelia asked.
I shook my head. "No, Niall's upset and I don't know why?" 

When we got home, I laid on a chair on the balcony and logged into Twitter and read my feed.
"Nialler not happy." That was from Liam.
There were replies on it from millions of girls.
In response, "His little crush got black mailed by another jealous girl."
I clapped my hands on my mouth and closed the screen shut, laying it on the ground.
That was the reason why he was so mad.
I couldn't and wouldn't believe it...