Like I love you (1D fanfic)

POOR-2

songs for this chapter are:

Stockholm syndrome-One Direction

I walk by the little shoe store and then I head to the alley next to it. I see two white boys, dresses in clean polos and tan khakis. They stare at me with a blank expression. Did Nia set me up? Unsure, I ask " Im so so sorry to bother, but do any of you guys happen to be Ashton?" I say timidly. "I am Ashton." The one with the slightly darker and waiver hair says. Hos hair sort of makes him look like a puppy, but a cute puppy. "And I'm Niall, you must be Aleah." The blond one says and shakes my hand. I've never touched a white boy before. Ever. His hands are soft and his eye's are Crystal blue. I get lost at them and stare without meaning to.

Moments later Nia comes and runs to Ashton and hugs him. He kisses her in short little specks on the lips repeatedly as Nia giggles uncontrollably. I watch them dumbfounded. Blacks and whites don't date. They just don't. I must admit they do look cute together. I can sense Niall's discomfort as we just watch them be so in love with each other. If any of our parents knew they'd never let us outside again. "Okay my cars right in front of the shoe store, let's go to the MiX-iT-uP diner, and talk about some plans."  Ashton says before picking His up over his shoulders and carrying her to the car. Nia laughing and swatting his back playfully until he sits her down in the car. I can tell they love each other. They don't treat each other like there different because of their race, which is how I hope America will be one day.

At the diner, Niall ordered us all milk shakes. The only other people there are an iPod white man with tobacco in his beard and a little black boy, I don't even want to know what they are doing together. We sit away from the windows and towards the back. Ashton and Nia shared a strawberry one and Niall got chocolate and I had vanilla, ironic, I know. After a couple of minutes of slurping Ashton says"Okay so tomorrow night let's meet up by that alley we were just at and we'll take my car to the school." "And just in case there are any teachers there, I have some blond wigs for you guys, but I think you look beautiful without one, Aleah." Niall adds and I smile shyly.

The rest of the time is spent drinking and laughing. We talk about everything. Integration, grades, the struggle of black girls hair, how Ashton and Nia met and how it is on the "other" side.

When it's time to go our separate ways, Ashton drops us of at the little shoe store, he says it's best because if blacks were seen in his neighborhood, there would be consequences. Nia decides to go home alone because she wasn't supposed to go anywhere after school and she didn't want to drag anyone else into trouble. Niall insists on walking me home, so I let him.

He tells me jokes about how he and his white friends tried dancing like little Richie, but couldn't find their "rhythm". His laugh is contagious and I can't help but laugh with him.

As we take a turn towards a narrow street