Hello again, lovelies! I write too much for my own good. So, here is another chapter. Still no reviews. Still no love. *Sigh*

I went to bed early that night, avoiding any contact with people that would have the need to question me. I hate talking about boring things like 'how was school' or 'how was your day'. It just annoyed me. So, after a few hours of watching reruns of Say Yes to the Dress, I went up to my room and launched myself onto the bed. Literally. I couldn't sleep, of course, considering I usually stay up until around two in the morning, and it was only nine thirty. So the inevitable happened and I thought about all that had happened during the day. My 'date' with Niall Horan, that adorable laugh… the kiss… the crazy game of truth or dare with the lads, and Louis. Oh god, Louis. Just him alone deserved a separate section in my mind. He was absolutely ridiculous in every way, which is what made him so fun to be around. Hell, he would pretend to be mentally retarded to get out of trouble. And I loved it. I thought about the little details of the day until I drifted off to sleep.

I was awakened the next morning by the sound of my ringtone, What Makes You Beautiful. Annoyed, I reached my hand out to retrieve my phone and pick it up.

"Ugh… hello?"

"RISE AND SHINE, DOLLFACE!" Louis' voice blared through the phone.

"Louis, what the hell? …What time is it?" I muttered, dazed and still half asleep.

"It's around… eight thirty, I suppose. Get up, you! The lads and I are going to the mall today, and Niall wanted to bring you along."

"You made it sound like I'm a burden."

"Well, I mean…"

"Louis!"

"I'm only kidding, Natalie. Gosh. Anyway, get ready. We'll be there in about an hour to pick you up."

"Ok. Wait, tell Harry that Paisley's sick and won't be coming along. She told me last night she felt horrible," I said, pulling a comb through my hair.

"He won't be happy about that… YES, NIALL, she said she could go! Ah, I gotta go. See you in a bit!"

"Bye, Lou."

I quickly brushed my teeth, showered, and blow dried my hair in record time. I decided to curl my hair today, giving it loose ringlets, which I loved. For makeup, I put on some mascara and pink lip gloss.

Now, what to wear… I opened up my closet, examining the clothes inside. I finally decided on a navy blue and pink striped sweater, white shorts, and pink flats. I also put on some diamond earrings and a cute silver heart-shaped necklace. I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my hair, when the doorbell rang.

"I got it!" I called, rushing to the door. "I'm going out, Mom! I'll be back later today!"

"Ok," she answered back.

I opened the door to find Liam waiting for me. "Hey."

"Hey, Nat! You ready to go?" he asked, holding out his hand.

"Yep… but… are we really driving there in your tour bus? We're going to get mobbed," I said nervously.

"Well, we were planning on it. But, we could always take your car. If that's ok with you, I mean."

"Yeah, sure. Come on." I motioned for the boys to follow me. "Good thing my car seats six."

"Natalie!" Niall exclaimed, giving me a hug and kissing me on the cheek. "I missed you."

"Really?" I blushed.

He nodded. "Of course!"

"Cool." What a stupid answer. Really, Nat? Was that all you could think of? "Um, we should probably go now. Before one of the neighbors sees you guys."

"Right." They all climbed into the car.

"I CALL THE BACK!" Louis shouted, throwing himself on top of Zayn and Harry, who were already there.

"Louis, there's not enough room. Go sit in the middle with Liam," Harry ordered, shoving Louis onto the floor.

"Fine! I never loved you anyway!"

"Love you too, Louis," Harry said with a smirk. "So, Nat, you said Paisley was sick or something?"

"Yeah," I replied, backing out of the driveway. "It's a shame. She really wanted to hang out with you again… but hey, everything happens for a reason, right?"

"That's what Justin Bieber said about rape."

"Hey! Don't insult Bieber," Niall argued.

"It wasn't an insult! It was a simple quote."

"Anyway, she told me to tell you that she would text you when she feels better. If that made sense," I said, turning on the radio. I think my radio likes to make things awkward, playing One Direction songs at all the wrong times. This time, More Than This was playing.

"Don't change it!" Niall protested when I was about to hit the 'seek channel' button.

I shrugged. "Ok. I just assumed since it's your song… you guys wouldn't want to hear it or something. I dunno."

"It's kind of cool, actually," Liam commented. "And weird. All at the same time."

"Yeah, remember the first time we heard-"

"EVERYONE SHUT UP FOR A SECOND," I interrupted, silencing Zayn. It was quiet for a few seconds, then I smiled. "Ok. You can speak again."

"…What was that about?" Zayn asked, not able to continue his sentence.

"I had to hear the second verse. It's my favorite part of the song," I explained.

"Why's that?"

"What? Oh. Um." I blushed a little, realizing that I had to explain. "Niall and Louis have solos in the second verse."

"You hear that? We're the favorites, Niall!" Louis said proudly.

"Not true! You guys just don't have a lot of solos on the album."

"So we're not the favorites?"

"I don't have favorites, Louis. That would be ridiculous," I defended, shaking my head.

"What about Nialler? He seems to be the one you like most at the moment, if you know what I mean."

"That's different." I pulled into a parking spot. "Finally, we're here." Saved by the mall.

"So, we've been dragged to the food court by Niall, been to the Disney store because Liam insisted, and waited outside Victoria's Secret for whatever the hell you wanted," Harry stated, pointing at my pink striped shopping bag and making a face. "Can we go to Urban Outfitters now?"

"Yes, I suppose so." I led the boys to the store, grabbing Niall's hand. I almost tripped a few times, because Louis had taken my hand as well and was practically dragging me along.

"Nat! Hurry up!" he whined, giving my arm a tug. "You're so slow."

"Thanks," I mumbled sarcastically. "I try my best. Hey, wait! You need to turn here."

I kind of thought someone would notice them by now, considering that it was a pretty crowded mall. But actually, when the boys put on a simple pair of sunglasses and a hat, it was like they were almost invisible.

When we got to the store, Harry wasted no time. He started picking up random clothes and flinging them into his arms. Which was pretty cool, I guess, being able to buy whatever you want at a store.

I browsed around the store as well, still holding Niall's hand, stopping at the brightly colored Keds. I was about to pick up a purple pair when I heard an oddly familiar voice.

"Hey, look! A banana flask! Isn't that funny, Dylan? Ha!" the voice giggled cheerfully.

No. It couldn't be. She wouldn't, would she? I turned around.

"Paisley? I thought you were sick!" I said, confused. Wait a second… she was with Dylan. The puzzle pieces were slowly being put together in my mind.

"Natalie! Hey! Wow, hi! I uh, haven't talked to you in a while!" Dylan stammered. He cleared his throat like he always did when he was nervous. "Um."

"What the fuck? Why are you with him, Pay?" I asked, angry, but not wanting to jump to conclusions. Even though I already knew the truth. Niall started to speak, but I hushed him.

"Nat…" She sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair. "When you broke up with Dylan… ugh, promise me you won't be mad."

"I can't promise anything, Pay." My confused look had turned into a glare.

"I… when you broke up with Dylan, well, I always kind of liked him, and he always kind of liked me back, and-"

"What?" I felt my heart snap. "Dylan, is that true? Did you have a thing for Paisley when we were dating?"

"Well, you know I love you, babe-"

"Don't call me babe."

"Right. Sorry. I love you, but… I mean… you would be lying if you told me you never liked two people at once."

Silence. My grip on Niall tightened for moral support. I would not cry, dammit.

"And when you told me you wanted a break, I thought, hey, why the hell not," he finished with a shrug. "Besides, it looks like you found someone else too. Who is this guy, anyway?"

"Niall," I told him bitterly. I looked at Paisley again. "Pay, why didn't you tell me you liked my boyfriend? Why go behind my back? And what about Harry? Oh GOD, the look on Harry's face when he finds out about this will be PRICELESS. Really." I probably sounded drunk, slurring my words together, but it helped me not to cry. I saw Harry glance over from across the shop at the sound of his name.

"Natabear…" Paisley looked extremely uncomfortable. I didn't care. She should be. "Harry was just some stupid celebrity crush. It wasn't like it was ever going to get serious."

"That's not what you told me before!"

"But that was before Dylan called me," she explained. "And he's not your boyfriend anymore, remember? YOU broke up with HIM. He's fair game now." Her hand reached for Dylan's possessively.

I inhaled sharply. "Whatever. Don't expect me to ever talk to you again. I thought our friendship was special, Pay. One of a kind. I guess I thought wrong." I started to leave, but then I stopped. "And you, Dylan," I muttered, "You can rot in hell."

I stormed out of the store, with Niall following close behind.

I couldn't help it. I totally broke down and cried.

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