My Sweet, Superstar ((Niall Horan FanFic))

Chapter Twelve ●•♥•● It's Best For Me To Leave

* Months Later - Kareoke Bar * KARILYS' P.O.V.

"Oh, c'mon, Karilys! Sing a little song for us," Harry whines into Aurora's shoulder, as she caresses his curls lovingly. "We'd love to hear a bit of what your working on- these days, you rarely come out of your room! It's always your room, or your studio; and your not spending time with us anymore!"

"Yeah, it sucks, because I feel like I've lost my bestfriend," Niall pouts; causing Demi to reach over and peck his jutted lip.

Anger steams up inside of me; threatning to blow out like a volcano.

"I guess I could show you one of my songs," I shrug, knowing exactly which one I should perform. "But I gotta warn you; they're a bit sappy, and truthful."

"Just like you," Niall laughs.

"Yeah, just like me," I trail off, as I stand from my seat.

I make my way to the stage, and nod my head towards the sound-producer. She smiles back at me, and I begin to tell her that I will be doing this accapella, and to only have somebody play guitar.

"Hey guys, I'm Karilys, and this is an original song of mine, entitled 'Superstar'. I wrote this out of love towards one of my friends... sad to know I'm just another wide-eyed girl who's desprately in love with him," I sigh, trying to contain my emotion, as the guitar begin to strum out a beautiful tune.

"I know you know who you are, so this song is for you," I continue, nervously glancing at Niall.

"This is wrong but I can't help but feel like
There ain't nothing more right babe
Misty morning comes again and I can't
Help but wish I could see your face
And I knew from the first note played
I'd be breaking all my rules to see you
You smile that beautiful smile and
All the girls in the front row scream your name

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like
I can't take my eyes off of you
I'm no one special, just another
Wide eyed girl who's desperately in love with you
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall, superstar

Good morning loneliness, comes around when I'm not
Dreaming about you
When my world wakes up today
You'll be in another town
And I knew when I saw your face, I'd be
Counting down the ways to see you
You smile that beautiful smile and
All the girls in the front row scream your name

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like
I can't take my eyes off of you
I'm no one special, just another
Wide eyed girl who's desperately in love with you
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall, superstar

You played in bars, you play guitar
I'm invisible and everyone knows who you are
And you'll never see, sing me to sleep
Every night from the radio

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like
I can't take my eyes off of you
I'm no one special, just another
Wide eyed girl who's desperately in love with you
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall, superstar
Sweet, sweet superstar, superstar"

I pry my eyes open to the thounderous clap of appluase that rumbles through the room. Smiling, I gratefully bow my head slightly, and walk off the stage. As soon as I reach my seat, everybody congratulates me- all except Niall. He just stares at me, wide-eyed and stunned, probably hoping that it wasn't for him.

But it was.

And as much as I'd liek to deny it; I'm undeniably in love with him.

"Was that for... Niall?" Liam asks, breaking off some tension and just adding a thicker, deeper layer.

"I... I didn't really want to disclose who it's for, but," I begin, a sudden confidence ragging through my veins. "Yes."

"It's for me?" Niall asks, surpise and utter shock written all over his face.

"Ofcourse it is, Niall. Who else would it be for? Nobody, that's who. I spend all of my days painting things related to us, or to me, or to you. All of my songs are descriptions of my feelings towards you, and if not, then they're based off of things I see happen from the sde-line sof your seemingly perfect relashionship," my eyes begin to glaze over. "And I'm sorry. So, terribly sorry for falling head-over-heels for you."

"I didn't know you felt this way, Karilys... I'm just- I'm sorry I don't return your feelings towards me," Niall explains, a pained expression slapping onto his face. "I really hope you can forgive me for breaking your heart."

"I know you don't, that's why I never tried to do anything," I stand from my seat, and run over to the door. "And I'm sorry that this will forever be good-bye."

I dash out of the door, and down the side-walks and highways of Britian. I keep on running until I get home. As soon as I enter my room, I grab my pre-packed bags, and take in my surroundings.

I'm about to runaway. To runaway from Niall. From Demi. From love. From hate. From awkward ex-freindships. From everything that has happened over the past few months.

But it's okay, because I need to find where I belong... and I guess that I don't belong with Niall.

As I turn on my heel, and speed out of the door, I bump into a large figure. I fall to the floor, and then look up at the person.

Chris Colfer was standing right in front of me.

"I am so sorry! Here, let me help you up, hun!" Chris gasps, extending a hand towards me.

I grasp his hand in mine, and stand from the ground, "No, I wasn't looking, I should be apologizing!"

"It's fine, it was both of us. May I ask why you have suitcases?"

"I'm... I'm running away."

"To where? You can't really be on the streets alone- you look in your late teens!"

"I don't know where... I know I can't, but I'm eighteen, and that has to count as aliability, right?"

"It doesn't. Not in America, or in Australia, or in England, or in Ireland. You're stumped- unless you want to go Sweden or something."

"Oh, crap, where am I supposed to go then!?"

"Well, you can go to America, or you can stay with me until you get yourself sorted out."

"Really!? But we've just met, and-"

"I insist you stay with me. Your lost and obviously have nowhere to go- and I was like that once, in my emotions. So, I know how you feel. But just just one thing; what's your name?"

"Karilys."

"Well, Karilys, I'm Chris, and I'm your new bestfriend."

At that moment, I knew I had found my Guardian Angel in the very flesh.

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It's over.

Finally over.

And I'm proud.

In case it isn't clear, the whole point of Taylor's/Karilys' song was to emphasize that he doesn't and will never love her back.

There will be NO sequel.

The ending is just to show you whom she will be with (not romanctically, ofcourse, since Chris is gay) from now on.

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