Empty Inside (Diall)

Niall || Part Two

She giggled, making me sigh in relief in my head. “No, no, it’s nothing like that! Trust me,  I just think being with you is enough.”

Is this some kind of girlfriend test where they check how persistent you are or does she really mean it…? Geez, honestly, girls need to be more open with what they say. I’ll choose to persistent either way, it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.

I don’t want to have a breakup that starts because we have no time for each other.

“Demi, this is the first date we’ve had in…almost three months, really. Let’s make it memorable! And I’m sure I’m not the only one thinking we don’t go out together very much.”

“Mmhmm, yeah, you’re right. But I think it’s good if you told me when you were coming beforehand, you know, so I could—”

I interrupted her halfway through, knowing what she was trying to do. “Haha, nice try, Demi! Nope, it shall be surprise!” I then noticed Zayn mouthing me to come over, and decided I had to end the call, sadly. “I gotta go now! Love you!”

“I love you,”

And with that, I ended the call and made a face that said ‘What?!’ to Zayn.

Again, he started motioning for me to get out of the room and just come over. I rolled my eyes but did as I was told.

“What is it, Zayn?”

“There are girls out there, and I have a girlfriend!”

“So do I!” I exclaimed, motioning to the door.

He sagged his shoulders and gave me a look of desperation. “Just deal with them, you don’t have to touch them or anything! Harry’s in the bathroom, and Louis and Liam are on an interview or something! Help!”

I groaned. They were girls, and we were ‘celebrities’ now, so who knows what these girls were freakin’ capable of!

Finally I nodded slowly, and agreed. “How many?”

“Two.”

“Two?!” I exclaimed in annoyance, one was already so much, and we were about to leave for somewhere close to the airport in an hour. Sure, we have crowds of girls almost every day, but when girls have us ‘all to themselves’ they tend to go crazy.

“Please, Niall!” Zayn begged.

“Where are you going?”

“To hide.”

“Just take me with you!—”

And then two high-pitched shrieks of ‘hello’ rang through my ears. Wonderful, it’s all too late. We needed to keep a good reputation, so I’m hoping just an autograph or picture would be enough.

Zayn although, shot daggers at me, as if warning me they were dangerous.

God, where are the bodyguards when you need them?

“Hello,” Zayn muttered out, forcing a smile.

“Need anything?” I asked as politely as I could. This couldn’t be that bad, right?

“Yeah!” the shorter one shrieked, it made me wonder why no one else could just come over and take care of this. “Maybe a kiss and a picture?” she says in an attempt of seduction. Yeah, not really.

I didn’t even find it cute. At least they weren’t screaming in our faces, but still.

“Alright! Me first?” Zayn exclaimed, noticing my uneasiness.

Yeah, Zayn, you better deal with this.

“Okay!” they shrieked in unison.

My ears are bleeding.

       I held the camera, and watched as they posed with duck faces, and Zayn played a little smirk noticing how I was about to burst laughing. Ever since it got called ‘duck face’  just couldn’t help but laugh whenever I saw one in the works.

“Thank you!” The taller one said, giving a peck on Zayn’s left cheek.

“No problem!”

“Niall’s turn!” the shorter one shrieked, and in a very sudden and surprising movement gave me a sloppy tongue-involved kiss on my lips. Don’t overreact. Don’t overreact. But, I have a girlfriend.

I pulled away slowly. “Uh,” I wiped off a bit of slobber on my lips. “I have girlfriend, Demi Lovato, ring any bells?”

“Oh, that fatty! Did you know she cut when she was like, younger?”

I was too angered to even care who said it, and even Zayn was surprised at the rude words one of the ‘girls’ blurted. What’s worse? Whoever it was added a stupid giggle at the end to sound ‘cute’.

“You can leave now.”

“What…?” the shorter one said wide-eyed and surprised.

“You. Can. Leave.” I said with a thin smile on my lips and eyes that glared straight between the two.

The taller one gasped, as if I really cared, Zayn looked shocked as well, but he understood why  was suddenly pissed. Frankly, I don’t give a shit about my reputation anymore. “What did you just say?”

“Yeah, do you know how much controrversy this could cause?” He shorter one followed up.

Goodness, were these girl really girls?

Zayn snickered. “Controrversy…” he chuckles quietly to his self.

“Controversy! Whatever!” the shorter one exclaimed, flustered.

“Do you have proof that you met Niall Horan, sweetheart? Anyways, you were rude first.” I said.

“Ugh! Yeah! Vicky just saw you!” the shorter one clarified motioning to the taller girl, who is, ‘Vicky’.

“We have a picture!” Vicky shrieks.

“Of Zayn, and now you can leave, and say you’ve met Zayn Malik, or you can stay and get that picture deleted and get kicked out by a big bald man in black. Choose,”

They stared at me with their jaw dropped and looks of disbelief. “Are we being punked?!”

“Ah, there’s security!” Zayn exclaims, pointing at the executive producers. Smart move, Zayn. But these girls weren’t too bright, maybe they’d fall for it?

“Oh my god! Run, Mel!”

In the speed of light the two girls just ran for the exit leaving me and Zayn laughing like crazy. Did that really just happen or were we being punked? Nah, I don’t care anymore. That was awesome.

“I can’t believe you just did that, Niall,” Zayn stated shaking his head in amusement.

“It was worth it, they went too far.” I shrugged.

“By the way you’re phone’s buzzing, “ he pointed at the door, which surprisingly I left unlocked. I need to be more careful.

“Oh yeah. Maybe it’s Demi!” I shrieked in the same manner of ‘Vicky and Mel’, and ran through the room grabbing my phone.

It was a text from Tyra. Huh, we were never even that close.

“Isn’t that the woman Ray’s snogging?” Zayn asked, looking at my phone from behind.

“Yeah…” I shook my head at the mere thought of them. “I need space! Mooove!” I said pushing Zayn away as I checked on the text.

Tyra Mason: Demi’s been acting weird, lately. Call me when you get this. -Tyra

Ah, finally the second part is over with =w= I honestly thought I’d be able to make this long :/ Ah, well, it was a nice chapter to write, and it is really lighter than Demi’s POV, just to make you feel a little less weighed on Demi’s POV c:

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