Black And White : A Niall Horan Fanfiction

8.

"Shall we sit down here?"

Niall's soft voice breaks the silence between us. We'd been walking for a while and neither of us had said anything.

I nodded and sat down on the small bench we were stood by.

I wrapped Niall's hoodie tighter round me as the wind picked up and I shivered a little. I felt his eyes on me again and this time I turned to face him.

"Why did you want to come on a walk with me. You haven't said a word to me," I say to him. I felt guilty as soon as the words came out my mouth. I hadn't exactly tried to talk to him much either.

Niall sighed, "Because I thought it would be nice. Also, I wanted to tell you that your replacement dress should be arriving at my hotel room tomorrow. I tried to find one that looked the same as the one I ruined."

"Wait what? How did you know my-"

"Liv told me. Your size I mean," he said. He looked down at the ground and started playing with a rubber band that he'd pulled out his pocket.

"Thank you," is all I could think to say.

"It's no big deal. It's not like I'm running low on money or any thing. I could buy you 100 dresses and it'd barely make a scratch in my bank account."

There was a hint of something in his voice that hadn't been there before. I could quite put my finger on it. Anger? Sadness? Annoyence? Frustration? Maybe it was a mix of all of them.

"What are toy saying?" I almost don't ask the question.

He lifts his head up from the rubber band that now around his wrist.

"What I'm saying is, I love being a singer, I love being in a band, I love making music with the best 4 men in the world, I love performing and doing concerts and meeting fans like your friend Liv. I love getting to see the world. But I miss being normal. When I auditioned for the x factor I was so sure I was ready to be famous. I thought it would be easy to just leave my old life behind. But it isn't. And today, when we've just been normally walking in the street, I can't help but notice how many people there are talking and then pointing at us, at me. And whenever someone says my name it makes me want to look in the direction I heard it but I can't because so many people are saying my name that I don't know where to look. It's scary sometimes, that the whole world knows your name and knows what you look like and millions of people know so much about you. I just wish I could have one day, just one day of normal life doing all the things that normal, non-famous people do."