One Direction? (a One Direction Fan Fiction)

10 extra minutes

Nialls P.O.V

I slipped off the stage and into my dressing room. "alone.." I said to myself quietly, as much as I loved the silence, I was jealous of Liam and Louis who had their girlfriends waiting for them in their dressing rooms, not to mention Zayn has probably sudeuced Peyton into doing something, and god knows where Harry and Wylla are, I mean, we just met today for god sakes! and for the record!

"N-Niall?" someone opened my door, and was interupting my angry thoughts, I turned around and saw Wylla standing there, looking at the ground, I instantly calmed down. "Hello Love" I smiled at her softly, and she looked up at me. "I need to talk to you about earlier, I didn't mean to come in and sing like that...it just kind of happened" I walked up to her until I was only a few inches away and laughed softly.

"Your upset, becase you have wonderful timing and a great voice?" I tilted her chin up to look me in the eyes, she just smiled back at me. "Stop that." she pulled her face away, but I grabbed it and held her face again, this time, i brought my face closer, we were almost touching noses. "Stop what" "Being so irish" 

I could feel my eyes narrow at her, I released her face and turned away from her. is that what she thought of me? the odd one out of the group? the irish cream in the 'cup of tea'? I was tired of being different, the other boys had so many fans, sometimes the fans would hug every other guy but me, sure I smile, but inside it hurts to be different. "I can't stop being what I am, why does everyone think i'm dfferent? I just want to sing and be with my boys, is that so hard"

 I felt her hand rub my back softly, I rememebered when my mom used to do this to me, I relaxed a bit. "Just because you're different Niall, doesn't make you any less special than anyone else...you really special in my eyes" Hearing her say that, made me feel alive again, to be special in someones eyes, the fans had said it many times, but i never listened, it all meant the same, either for an autograph or a picture, but Wylla meant something to me,

 I turned around and smiled down at her. "that means alot coming from you Wylla" her cheeks flushed red and she looked back at her, her green eyes meeting mine, so I did what I felt was right and leaned in to kiss her, she leaned in with me, her eyes scanned my face, as mine did hers, I could feel her breath against my lips, as I reached my hand up and touched her cheek, she leaned into me, ours lips, centimeters away, almost touching, when the bell rang and we both jumped away from eachother.

"S-sorry Love...got a bit caught in the moment there" I was having trouble with my sentences, we needed to get back onstage, but we still had a minute. "y-yeah..me too" Wylla was having the same issue I was, until I wrapped my arms around her waist quickly and crashed our lips together. when I pulled away, I pulled my hands back aswell, blushing like I just had my cheeks pinched, her eyes were wide, cheeks red and body tense.

"your coming to the bus after right?" I asked her sweetly, like I was asking her on a playdate, she nodded slowly. "meet me here first?" I was cautious, because I didnt want her telling the paparazzi about this. "yes Niall, I can meet you here first" she spoke all proper, I dug into my pocket, pulling out my iphone and handing it to her. "Put your number in, i'll text you whenever you want alright?" "okay"

She typed in the numbers and her name, then saved it. I nodded at her, smiling and opened the door, "Ladies first" she rolled her eyes and walked out first, I followed, but I ran to the stage, and got in the order we were all spposed to be in. Louis, Zayn, Liam, Me and Harry. Zayn and Liam needed to hurry, otherwise they would be late. They ran in, almost late and got in line, we all walked on stage and preformed for 30 minutes.