**Authors Note** Hi! Yeah I know I said I wouldn't write again, but I lied. I am trying to plot ahead this time so enjoy! Love, Megan
*Niall's P.O.V*
"Ahh! I can't get this stupid thing on!" I screamed. I had been trying to get the clip-on microphone on my shirt for two minutes. Liam walked over, rolling his eyes at me.
"Ni, stop being stupid. I'll do it." he says
"I almost had it you know.." I pouted. "Yeah, sure you did." he says.
We were in this city called Pittsburgh in America. We had a concert in three days and we were being dragged around for interviews. America has been....nice. Nothing like home, but it has a nice feel to it. I didn't really want to do this interview. Not because of the people but because of the questions they ask. I wish they did something different for once. Its always the same questions. 'Do you like America?' or 'How's Ireland?' I just wish for something different. I was awaken from my thoughts by a man's voice.
"You're on in 5" he said while running by
"Okay, you ready Nialler?" Liam asked with glee
"Sure, but I'd rather be eating." I say. What? Its true!
"Oh Niall! Come on! A Directioner won their contest and they are gonna ask us questions!" He says
Hmm a Directioner? Well thats different.
"Come on Niall! We're on!" Louis said, jumping around.
All five of us walk out on stage and take a seat in 5 chairs set up. Their was a live audience in the studio. I look around for the interviewer when I hear a cough to my right. I look up.
A girl, about the age of 18, was sitting there. She had medium length brown hair and black framed glasses. Sitting in a chair like ours, she was short. But the thing most noticable about her, was her big brown eyes. She was our interview I guess.
"Well boys, Vas Happenin? I'm the winner of the contest to interview you! My name is Megan." she said with a twinkle in her eyes. Liam beamed at her with a look I couldn't read. Note to self: Ask Liam what's up.
"Nice to meet you Megan!" We say. "So boys, I know you want some different questions and well, here I am." She says proudly. I laugh at that. "So first off, everyone wants to know this question even though its pretty obvious you haven't. Have you ever read fanfiction?' She asks us, lifting a brow in question. Harry is the first to speak. "One time, I read a page or two of a 'Niam' fanfiction. They were snogging in the scene!" Louis and Zayn die of laughter while me and Liam are glaring at them.
"Well that answered my question." She was laughing along. "So umm," she started as she looked back at all of us, probably trying to decide who's next. "Liam," she says. His face lights up at his name.
"When will you ever touch a spoon?' He laughs and says back, "I'm not really 'afraid' of spoons, I just don't really like them." He says with a smile on his face.
"Well then you won't mind holding these for me?" She takes out a bouquet of spoons with a note on it. Liam takes them while shaking a little and reads the card. His face turns blush as he looks back at her. She winks. Whoa! Major sparks there.
"Okay then, Lou,"
"Yes love?" he asks. "When was the last time you went on a date with Eleanor?" He blushes and answers, "Not in over a week. We have both been busy, but we still Skype and whatnot." "Indeed," she says. I like her humour, I think as she turns to Harry. "Hazza, are you in a relationship right now?" He chuckles at her use of his nickname. "Erm, no not really. I don't have much time." he answers.
"So that leads me to the question, which boys are single and which boys have lovers?" She says to the camera. I gulp, I hate this question, I thought. "Single" Harry says "Taken!" Louis and Zayn both say. "Single" Liam says, which gives Megan a twinkle in her eye. She turns to me, "And you Nialler?" She shoots a warming smile to me. I give her a weak one back and I look at the audience. They are waiting silently. I start to sweat, tears come to my eyes, threating to spill over. Megan gives me a look. "Ni, are you okay?" I stare at her, not being able to hold in the tears, I ran off stage.
I run backstage as I hear Liam's voice calling me back, I keep running. I burst out of the exit and run across the street.
Out of the blur of my tears, I see its a park. I slump behind a tree and cry.
I sit there for a while, eyes probably puffy and red, when I hear someone coming over to me.
"Hey, are you okay?" A female voice says softly.
I look up and I think I stopped breathing.
A beautiful girl, about 18, was staring down at me. She smiled, "Niall, whats wrong?" I sigh. She only knows me for my fame. I wipe my tears and stand up, brushing of the dirt on my pants and look at her features.
Her hair flowed to her chest, her face is a little red near her cheeks, and her eyes are a dark color, shimmering with excitement.
"Do you want an autograph?" I ask, dissapointment filled my voice.
She starts to laugh. What's so funny?
"Uh no, I don't think this is the best time for one." She says while smiling.
"Are you sure? You seem to know me."
"Just because I know of you doesn't mean I know you" She smiled and my eyes widened. She had the cutest dimples on the sides of her cheeks. Could she be any more beautiful?
"I like your dimples." I blurted out. I blush, realizing what I said.
She brought her index finder up to it and poked it. "Me too!" She giggled.
I think I found my princess..
