Louis, my brother (L.T)

Chapter 19: A Day Out With Niall Horan

Niall POV

        "What do you mean they're not there?" I panick, looking into the Summer's room. They weren't anywhere, and I even checked the bathroom!

        "Oh! Wait, waittt," Lia said, walking over to the table and grabbing a note." They had to go to one of their rehearsals too."

        "And without me, that's great."

        "Niall you're apart of One Direction, don't forget where you belong," she says, and throws the note out in the trash. "Now come on, let's go out!"

        "I still need that shower," I remind her. She pushes me back into the other room and shoves me into the bathroom. 

        "Make it quickkk!" she closes the door. Fiesty one isn't she? 

A fiesty girl who will never love me.

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Lia POV

        I feel so bad for Niall. The look on his face that he had before was pure sadness, realizing that he wasn't needed at the recording studio. That's not fair! Niall's voice is just as fantastic as the others, plus he can play guitar! I think I'm going to have to start a petition or something about this. Just because Niall is different doesn't 't mean that they have to use him less. Different is good. Sometimes everyone needs different. 

        I grab some of my things and head over to the other bathroom, seeing as the boys were gone, I could use it. It smells so good in here! I always wondered that, why boys bathrooms smelled better than girls. Boys, I'll never understand them.        

        A few minutes later, like 10 minutes later, I step out and dry my hair. I pull on a t-shirt, a hoodie and some shorts. A 5 Seconds of Summer hoodie may I add. Just gotta show the love.

        "Niall Horan get your lazy Irish butt out of there!" I yell to the other room. I don't step in, due to the fear of seeing a naked ass boy. Usually I wouldn't mind, but hey, I have a boyfried...who has a nice butt.

        "I've been waiting for you for hours!" he replies. I step in the other room to see him sitting on the bed on his phone. He's wearing a white tangtop (is that what you call it for boys?) and black skinny jeans.

        "Um isn't it too hot for these?" I ask as I jump down, trying to pull on the material of his pants. Damn, these are tight!

        "I like these, unless you would like me to wear your," he glances at my shorts, still staring, "shorts."

        "Yeah I've got a pair, wanna try them on?" I joke, punching him in the shoulder playfully. "Come on I want you to introduce me to the world of guitars."

        "You'll love it," he tells me. We head out the door and into the elevator down the hall. Our elevator stops on the way down and a girl, around my age possibly, steps in. She glances at Niall, then stares. 

        "Um, I need to ask you something," she says, "and I might be hallucinating and being weird, but, are you Niall Horan?"

        "Psh no my name's James," Niall says with an american accent. I snort, covering my mouth with my hand, attempting to hide my hideous laugh. I can already feel her staring me down from embarrassment.

        "Oh, sorry," she apologies. I look at Niall and he looks at me. We burst, laughing our asses off.

        "I'm joking sweet heart," he laughs taking off his glasses, "Horan hug?" 

        "Oh my God yes!" she squeals, physically jumping into his arms. She was kind of small, so it was easy for Niall to carry her. "Can I have a picture?"