Forget About It

Chapter 1: "Better than Louis'?"

Being the sister of one of the most famous people in the world isn't as fun as people think it is. My brother's not the only one getting chased around by fans these days, it's also me. I get stopped by random fan girls at the shops, asking for a picture, a hug, a signature. I always give them what they want because I really don't want to be known as that rude sister of that guy from One Direction. I always give them what they want even though I think it's pointless. Big deal, you met Luna Tomlinson! I'm just the sister, not the actual person who's part of the biggest boy band in the world.

I smiled at the camera pointing towards me and a fan who's hugging me like I'm her mum and she's a little kid who just got home from day care. It was really awkward when fans hug me since I'm not really a big fan of hugs. Call me a killjoy, but hugs are pretty awkward. I don't even accept hugs from my own brother. The only hugs I'd accept are the ones from Niall. 

"Thank you so much!" she said with a big smile on her face.

"No problem, sweetie!" I said, smiling back. It's 2 in the morning and this kid is still out buying chocolate milk. Isn't it past her bedtime already? 

I went to the cashier and paid for the pack of red bull and 2 boxes of oreos. Niall and I are having a sleepover and since he's much more famous than me and is afraid to get mobbed by fans--even though it's 2 in the morning, he asked me to get the food.

I placed the items on the basket in the front of my bike. I quickly rode back to my place and unlocked the door. As I entered my room, I found Niall eating the last piece of pizza.

"Hey! I took dibs on that!" I said.

"Oh well, you took too long to get me more food so I ate it." he replied.

"I see how it is! No red bull for you, Ni." I said as I sat down next to him on the ground. "You made me go out at 2 in the morning when it's 3 degrees outside and you repay me for eating the last slice of pizza? You're nice." I added sarcastically.

"Aw! I'm sorry, Lu. C'mere, gimme a cuddle!" he said wrapping his arms around me, keeping me close to his body. His warmth made me feel so nice and tinggly on the inside. I burried my face on his neck and stayed like that while he was playing FIFA on my PS3.

"Who's winning, Ni?" I asked, still burried in his neck.

"Derby, of course!" he replied. After a moment of silence, Niall spoke again,"So do I really not get a rebull?" 

"Fine. You can have red bull because you kept me warm." I said, crawling to the plastic bag containing the oreos and the red bull.

"Fit bum, baby!" Niall said, not taking his eyes off the tv.

"Better than Louis'?" I asked.

"Why would I look at Louis' bum?" he asked, finally looking at me. I laughed as an answer. I crawled back next to him and handed him a can of red bull.

"Some fans ran into me at the shop." I said after taking a sip of the drink.

"Oh yeah? What'd they say? Did they call you pretty? They better have." Niall replied.

"Yeah, they called me pretty. Another one of their silly little lies. They asked me for a photo like what they usually do." I replied.

"Well I guess they are lying." he said.

"See, now you agr-"

"Because you're a flawless mofo. You're not just pretty, you're beautiful." he said, cutting me off. I felt my cheeks getting hot and I was praying that I wasn't blushing.

"Yeah right." I said, getting on my bed.

"But it's true." Niall argued, laying down beside me."Any guy would be damn lucky to have you. I wish girls would be just like you so I'd have someone to date. Because you're nice, funny, caring. You're perfect." he added.

Once again, Niall managed to put me back in the friend zone. Just when I thought I got out of the zone, he just went and threw me back in.

"Shut up, Neil." I said, teasing him with the nickname I gave him.

"Shut up, Lucy!" he replied and hopped off the bed and continued playing PS3.

I got under the sheets and stared out the window. Sadness started pouring down on me and I was nearly in tears but I managed to control myself from doing so.

When will the mist that's fogging his eyes go away and make him see that I love him more than anything else? When will he realise that maybe I'm the right girl for him?