Part six
"What do you mean, 'got what he wanted?'" I screamed, running down the corridor after Niall. "You know what I mean!" He spat, turning round to face me. "No Niall, I don't, do you care to tell me?" I replied, still unsure at what he was talking about. Niall took a step backwards until his back was pressed up against the wall; he slid slowly down and pressed his forehead into his hands. "Niall?" I asked; why was he doing this? What was his problem with Zayn being in my room? "I-I can even begin." He sighed. "Niall? What's wrong?" I asked, sitting down next to him. "Zayn. He always has to have what I want. And he always gets it as well! This time I thought it would be differen-" He stopped abruptly, "I've said too much!" He spluttered, climbing off the floor and running towards his hotel room. "Niall stop!" I shouted, grabbing his wrist. "What does he- I mean, you, want!" I asked. Niall turned round and brushed his hair out of his face. He looked me straight in the eyes, and I couldn't help but stare back. This was the first time I had noticed how blue his eyes were, how perfect his hair was, how perfect he was. No wonder all those girls were screaming his name. He looked me up and down and then sighed. "Niall?" "you." He eventually whispered.
I couldn't move. Me? Niall and Zayn? Me? But I was just a homeless girl on the streets. I wasn't famous. I didn't have money. I had nothing, but yet, they still liked me. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I coughed and tried again. Still nothing. Niall misinterpreted my silence and sighed again, this time his voice sounded horse, like he was trying not to cry. He turned and left me standing there, in the middle of a hotel corridor, with no idea what to do or where to go. I watched him leave, his shoulders were drooped forwards and he kept rubbing his eyes. But I couldn't scream at him to stop, I couldn't run and tell him I felt the same way, I just couldn't. Instead I walked back into my own room and quietly closed the door behind me.
Well, what do I do now? I crept over to my bed and pulled the covers over my head. I was slowly starting to get too hot, but I didn't care. I was waiting.
I heard movement outside, so I pulled off the covers and pressed my ear up to the door to listen. I could hear Louis…and that was Harry. Liam and, yeah, Zayn, but no Niall. Perfect. I waited until I heard the doors of the lifts slid close and then I carefully opened my door. I walked down the corridor and knocked on Niall's door. The door opened slowly and Niall appeared behind it, his face looked red and tear stained and his blonde hair was messed up. "What?" he asked. "We need to talk." I said, walking into his room and closing the door.