Niam.... only a dream?

"Hello Mum..."

Niall's POV

Zayn finally fell asleep after I sang softly to him for about fifteen minutes. He was drunk and didn't know what he was talking about. Loving me? No one could love me. I know Liam says he likes me but he can't. There's no reason to like me. I'm just... me. There's nothing special.

I sat in my room alone, away from any distractions. All I needed right now was to be alone. I had called my mum earlier, after Zayn fell asleep and I made it to my room. She said I could come home for a while. She is worried about me. She had seen the interview when Liam had kissed me.

I smiled as the tears I had been holding back started falling down my cheeks. I love my mum. She really cares about me. I'm going to visit her. She'll help me out.

I walked over to my closet and got my large green suitcase out. I put it on the bed and opened it up then started throwing my clothes in it not bothering to fold them neatly. Liam would have growled and take everything out and folded it neatly if he had seen my suitcase at the moment.

I grabbed my laptop and put it in its case along with my iPod and their chargers. I zipped up my suitcase and computer bag. I found a piece of paper and wrote a note to the boys, leaving it on my pillow. Liam would find it when he came looking for me in the morning. I grabbed my bags and made it downstairs quietly.

I had called a taxi while I wrote the note upstairs, it was waiting for me when I got downstairs. I grabbed my wallet and keys, walking to the taxi without looking back at the house. I climbed into the taxi and it drove toward the airport.

I paid the taxi driver and grabbed my bags from the trunk. I watched the taxi drive away and sighed, I turned and pulled my hood up on my head and put sunglasses on. I made my way inside the airport and went through security and bought my ticket, all I had to do now was wait for my flight. I sat in one of the uncomfortable airport chairs and pulled out my phone that I had put on silent. I unlocked the screen.

1 New Message

Harry Styles

Oh great, maybe I wasn't in the clear.. I opened the message

From: Harry Styles

Where the hell are you Niall

Well looks like Harry found my note instead. I reread the text a few times and replied back quickly after my flight was called to get passengars on board.

To: Harry Styles

I need to go home for a while. I'll be back in time for the tour. Don't come after me. I'm going.

I shoved my phone in my pocket and grabbed my computer bag before running and boarding my flight. I found my seat next to the window and buckled up, pulling my bag onto my lap and looking out the window. It would be a long flight without the boys...

I glanced over to the seat next to me when a girl sat down there. She had dark brown hair in a sort of pixie cut under a dark navy blue beanie, she wore dark purple-blue glasses over her deep brown eyes and had green headphones on, the headphones dj's usually wore. She had grey sweats, with a Michigan logo down the leg with blue print, on that hung on her waist and a faded grey shirt that had light faded multi-colored hearts scattered around on it under a dark blue hoodie. This girl must have a thing for blue because even her converse were blue, aqua blue to be exact, which completely threw the entire outfit off but she must not care at 4:32 in the morning.

I was still looking the girl over when she glanced at me and our eyes locked together. I watched as her eyes widen in recognition and she looked away quickly, a soft blush on her cheeks. She pulled out her iPod and stopped her music, pulling her headphones down around her neck. She glanced back at be and gave a soft smile, it was obvious she was trying really hard not to freak out so I gave a light chuckle and held out my hand.