My Sweet, Superstar ((Niall Horan FanFic))

Chapter Eleven ●•♥•● The Dinner

KARILYS' P.O.V.

   I don't know if I should open this. Maybe it wasn't for me... maybe for somebody else. Maybe it's a love-letter to Demi. Maybe... it's his good-bye note. Maybe he doesn't want to see me again. What if- no. I have to do this. I have to read it.

With a shaky hand, I open the folded paper, and begin to read the note aloud;

"Dear Sweetums,

The lads and I have popped out to the shops a bit, and I didn't want to disturb you from your work :)

BTW, Demi's coming over for supper!!! So when we get home she'll be there. Make yourself beautiful- well, prettier than usual ;)

We'll be home at around, six maybe?

LOVE YOU!!!                         

                                                                                              Love, Nialler xxxx"

   Tears pricked my eyes. He already invited her over for dinner. They just met recently, so I guess their moving fast. It upsets me, so much. Not only is he already proclaiming he likes her; but he's already rubbing her in my face.

Of course, he doesn't know that.

   My tears try to make a foolish attempt to escape my eyes, but I hold them back as I grab my underwear and retreat into my second safe-haven; my en-suite bathroom. I strip down to my bare body and slip into the shower.

   I turn the small glass knob, causing the warm water to spill out from the shower head and onto my naked body. I focus on the way the water feels on my body. The way the clear liquid drips down my arms and face. How the droplets pitter-pattered on my skin. They crash down softly, the sound of them hitting a solid surface ever-present. They were so soft against me, almost as soft as- No.

   I can't believe that I was about to say that. But it's true. They're almost as soft as Niall's hands. They might be a tad rough from playing his guitar, but they're incredibly soft. The way our hands link together when I'm anxious or scared, and he swipes his thumb across my hands, trying to calm me down.

The little things I love.

   Shaking my head, I grab the shampoo bottle, squeezing some of it onto my palm. I put down the bottle, and dip my head back into the water for a second or two. I stand up straight, running my shampoo covered hands through my hair and lathering my scalp thoroughly. I repeat the sequence with the conditioner, then rinse my hair clean.

   I wrap a towel around myself as I exit the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Walking to my door, I lock it, then make my way to my closet. Letting the towel drop, I leave myself bare. I fish out a strapless cream bra and a matching pair of knickers from my drawer. I waltz over to my iDock, and flick through the songs. I find a perfect song, and tap on it. The melody to Taylor Swift's "Safe And Sound" fills the room, and I go back to looking for a good outfit.

I sing along to the lyrics, as I scour my closet;

"I remember tears streaming down your face

When I said, 'I'll never let you go'

When all those shadows almost killed your light

I remember you said, 'Don't leave me here alone'

But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight