Diana

You Can Look But You Can't Touch

She kissed me, she actually kissed me. I feel sparks erupt inside me. I knew she was a fan obviously but I never thought she'd kiss me. I'd been wanting to kiss her for a while now. I didn't want to be alone anymore and Diana was the perfect person to not be alone with. I know I sounded weird but I just didn't know how to put my feelings for her into words. I wanted more than anything to kiss her back but I couldn't. She was too innocent and the world of dating me would break her. I couldn't do that.

"I'm sorry," she said when she pulled away, "I'm so stupid! What was I thinking?" She then started crying and I wrapped my arms around her.

"It's alright, but I'm sorry I can't be with you," it broke my heart to say it but it was true. I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eyes. I knew she'd be heartbroken and I couldn't have that.

"I know, I know. I'm just a stupid little girl," she said between sobs.

"No, no don't say that I still want to be friends. I really enjoy being around you and spending time with you." I said smiling at her and she smiled back even though she was still crying.

"Really?" She asked.

"Really," I told her and her eyes lit up.

"I'm sorry about kissing you. Oh god, this is awkward," Diana said putting her head in her hands.

"No, no it's ok," I said laughing. She was so cute but I couldn't be with her.

"I should leave," she said standing up and my heart sank.

"Alright," I said, "do you need a ride?"

"No, I can walk over," she said, "um... bye."

"Bye Diana, I'll see you around," I said winking and she blushed.

She closed the door and I sighed remembering the feeling of her lips on mine. I wished we could be together. I wanted to be together more than I had ever wanted anything else except to be a successful singer. I now had that but I was still alone. Sure most girls couldn't resist my charming good looks and personality but I had never been interested in them as more than friends. Anyways I couldn't have a girlfriend, I was going on tour in a month.

At least I had the tour to keep me occupied. I was starting to get really excited for this tour. It was gonna be sick. This time we didn't have choreographed dances or matching outfits and we were pretty much free to have fun. I then remembered I had a rehearsal for the tour. I rushed to grab all my things and I headed to the studio. I was greeted by thousands of fans outside the studio. I gave them a wave and a smile before I was ushered into the studio by a security guard.

"Yo, Nialler!" I hear Louis shout from the other end of the make-shift stage, "soooo... how'd it go with that girl?"

"Yeah how'd it go with Diana?" Harry asked me. I remembered that he had met Diana at that same party I met her.

"It went..." I started thinking of a way to describe how the afternoon went, "well... I think."

"You think? What happened?" Liam asked jumping down from the stairs we had set up for practice.

"She kissed me but we can't be together. I let her go." I said.

"But you've been talking about her forever! Why'd you let her go?" Harry asked me.

"I can't let her be corrupted by the world of being a celebrity. Paps, fans, hate. I'm worried it'll be too much for her." I tell him.

"Niall, mate, you've got to stop doing this." Zayn tells me.

"Yeah, you need to get yourself a girl lad." Louis tells me.

"Let's just practice," I said trying to get the topic of conversation to change. Luckily, it did.

As we rehearsed the songs my mind kept wandering back to Diana. The lyrics of the songs reminded me of her. The screaming of the fans outside reminded me of her. Everything reminded me of her. I knew we couldn't date but that didn't mean I had to stop thinking about her or stop talking to her or stop being friends with her. It's like that saying 'you can look but you can't touch'.