The best friend (One Direction Fanfic) *completed*

Chapter 2

~Katy's POV~ 

~*~ the next day ~*~

"Katy, wake up!" I heard a soft voice whisper in my ear and I groaned, pulling the pillow I was lying on from underneath my head and pressed ontop of my head, hoping I could stay only a bit longer in my wonderful dream world.

The voice wouldn't stop it though and tried waking me again by shaking me slightly. I acted like I didn't care and as if I had already fallen asleep again, but that obviously didn't work too well as the person started tugging on the blankets. Now, I grew frustrated and just wanted this hell of waking up to stop. So I threw the pillow off of my head and glared up at the person that kept annoying me in my sleep. My death glare softened once I saw who it was. It was Niall and he looked at me with a cute, kinda frightened expression. I sighed and sat up completely. His hair was a mess and under his eyes were dark rings. He looked like he hadn't gotten much sleep tonight.

I smiled weakly at him, even if I was more in a mood to rip someone's head off, preferably the one who woke me up this early. But since it was Niall, I had to keep my temper under control, even if he knew that he shouldn't have done that, because he knows how I can get if someone doesn't let me sleep long enough. So he shouldn't be too surprised when I jump on him at any moment and rip him to goddamned pieces.

I rubbed my eyes and plastered a smile on my face as I wantched his expression become calmer. He knew that he was now past the stage of having to be afraid of getting beaten up by my grumpy morning self.

"Hey Nialler, how ya doin'?" I asked in my funny morning voice as I looked away from the cute, innocent puppy that's my best friend and tried to tame the mess that was my hair.

"Hey Katti-Kat! I'm good, but the question should be how you are?" His expression was serious and I was clueless for a moment before realising why he acted so strange. Suddenly it hit me: today he left for the XFactor!

"Oh god..." I let myself sink back onto the bed and grabbed the pillow that was laying on the left side of the bed and buried my face in it. It should seem like I was just trying to get all these changes together, but in fact, I was just trying to hide my tears from him. My pained eyes and my fake smile. I knew that Niall wouldn't be home anytime soon, and even if he denied it, I always knew that someday, he would become famous. And even if we share most of our childhood experiences together, that doesn't mean he can't find someone lese to share memories with.

And even if I knew this was going to come, it felt like someone was punching me right in the face.

~Niall's POV~

I looked at her, her face hidden in her pillow, how she just lay there, her clothes creased, hair messy and breathing slow. I could tell that she was crying and I felt immediately bad for leaving her. I knew that she had doubts about our friendship going to last and it hurt me really badly that that thought ever crossed her mind.

I laid down beside her and looked at her while she was crying silently. Her blonde hair was pulled messily all over her head and she still looked gorgeous. This girl was simply beautiful. In every single way, and I couldn't even tell her as often as I wanted to, because she would always tell me to stop lying and to stop being weird. I would give everything to make her understand what a beautiful person she is. Her chest had started rising and falling more quickly, that meant she cried harder than before. I wish i could peel that pillow off of her face and kiss every tear away that dared to exit her eyes. 

After two minutes looking at her, she threw the pillow off and turned her head to look at me. Her eyes were all red and puffy. Her beautiful hazel eyes looked sad. She looked sad. Then suddenly, without any warning, she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, buried her head in my neck and started crying again. i felt the tears wet my shirt but i couldn't care less. I wrapped my arms protectively around her as a gesture to shield all the bad things from her. 

"Niall?" She said quietly and i could tell her voice was close to breaking.

"Yeah?" I asked keeping her at arm length and gazing deeply into her eyes.

"Can...can you promise me one thing?" She seemed hesitant and even a bit embarrassed. I wanted to free her from her embarrassment, so I tried to answer as casually as possible.

"Sure! Everything for you!" I whispered as I lifted my hand from her shoulder and placed on her cheek that was shiny from the water the tears had left. I started rubbing my thumb slightly over her cheek and she closed her eyes for a moment, before opening them again and all tears that had brimmed in them had disappeared. I could tell she was trying her hardest not to seem too shaken up by my leaving and it made me really happy that she was trying her hardest not to make e regret my decision even if her being so caring and loving, didn't help much.

A smile appeared on her lips and I had to glance down at them, just once, just quickly. Her smile was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and me being the reason for it made me the happiest man alive. 

"C..can you promise me, that every time I need you...you will be there for me?" She stuttered and her cheeks flushed a light pink. I found it aorable, but beause of the seriousness of this situation, I decided not to point it out.

I didn't know how to respond to the question, so I just nodded. She smiled sadly at me, and then got up. My mouth was slightly agape and I couldn't help but feel a bit offended by her not fully trusting me.

"I'm going to take a shower!" She yelled after disappearing in the bathroom. "I want to look nice when I bring you to the airport!" Her voice was slightly muffled since she was talking through the door, but I could still understand her. I couldn't help but giggle a bit at her words. She wanted to look nice? For me?

I smiled to myself and started humming a random melody and I heard her doing the same as the water lapped against the ground of the shower. I grinned even wider when she started singing along too. She had never been that bad of a singer and we'd even been in a band together when we'd been like eight, but that was so long ago. Now she would always be ashamed of that time and tell me not to remind her of it. But I loved those memories and it made me ssad that she didn't wanted to remember every single thing we'd ever done together.