Chapter 2
Niall P.O.V.
“Mate, you have a crush on her don’t you?” Liam asked me as he put his arm on my shoulder. “Pssh, no, I don’t even know her…” I let my voice trail off as I thought of a mental picture of her. “Niall, we saw your face light up as you shook her hand. Got for it! Get to know her!” Louis told me as he jokingly pushed me around. Stupid Louis. Why couldn’t he understand? Of course I liked this girl! She was stunningly beautiful, funny, and had a cute personality, and I’d only known her for 5 minutes. Whether she liked me or not, it would only be for my fame, and wouldn’t want to get to know the real me. I wanted to get to know her though. I wanted to be friends with her.
Louis pushed me outside while I was too distracted with my thoughts. Before I knew it I was outside and I had Louis locking the screen door behind me, signaling that I had to talk to her. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk to her, I just wasn’t good at talking to girls. Well, I mean I was good because I was in a band and had millions of fans screaming my name all of the time, but I never had real conversations with these girls.
I walked on the porch, scanning the yard for Christina. My ears found her before my eyes could. “Our eyes met, our hands touched, I looked away and your smile was lost” Her singing then stopped. “I need to stop working on this song.” She whispered to the black pug as she sighed and went to crumple up the paper. “I thought it sounded really good.” I said as I went to take a seat next to her on the steps. I took the paper from her hands and scanned over the lyrics. They only way I could break my own nerves was to make stupid jokes, so I hoped I could come up with one in this situation. “These lyrics are amaZAYN” I told her, elbowing her in the ribs. Did I actually just say that out loud? She giggled trying to hide her blush. “I was just watching the dogs an-” I cut her off. “Who’s it about?” I pressed, curious about her musical talent. “No one.” She answered quickly, trying to gather her papers together. I could tell she felt uncomfortable, so although I wanted to know, I thought I’d let it slide for a while. “Tell me about yourself.” She said, distracting me from my thoughts. I started with my generic interview answer, where I discussed how I became famous and my time on the X Factor, but before I could say any more she cut me off. “No, I mean tell me about YOURself, not your fame.” She said with a serious face. I was shocked. No one had ever asked me anything like that before. It felt like she really wanted to get to know me.
