A/N If there is already a story like this one out there, which there probably is I just haven't read it, I'm really sorry! I swear I'm not trying to copy those, I just wanted to write one of my own. Also, I'm not British so if I get the sayings wrong or something, sorry for that too!
**Niall's POV**
"Niall!" I was tackled from behind and both me and my attacker fell to the ground. "Guess what?"
I turned and saw my best friend, Louis Tomlinson, laying on top of me. I pushed him off while laughing so I could stand up. "What?"
"I heard this new band, One Direction, and oh god they are amazing! Listen." Louis shoved an ear bud in my ear and I listened as some vaguely familiar voices sang about some girl who didn't how beautiful they are.
"Not bad. They sound familiar, I think I've heard them before. How'd you hear about them?" We started to walk to Louis' car. I didn't have one, there was no need when I had Louis to drive me everywhere.
"Eleanor showed me. She said she met them on her last modeling gig and thought they were perfect gentlemen. Oh, and guess what!" Louis skipped a couple steps in front of me and turned around so he was walking backwards. He grinned widely at me and I smiled back. We probably looked so weird.
"What?"
Louis pouted a bit. "No, you have to guess!"
I laughed. "Fine, umm, you have a crush on one of them?"
"No! Well, yeah, Liam, but that's not what I was going to say! All three of them are gay! Well, Zayn's bi, and he has a girlfriend, but that's not the point! They all like guys!" Louis grinned creepily at me before he tripped and fell backwards, falling on his bum.
I laughed before helping him up. "Did Eleanor tell you that?"
"Nah, she's too polite, she'd never tell me something like that. I heard it from Danielle. She met them when they were on the X Factor, since that was the year she was a dancer for the show." Louis hopped in the car and barely waited for me to close my door before he sped off towards my flat.
I sat up in surprise. "They were on the X Factor?"
"Yea, they came in third. It's too bad they didn't win, but I guess it didn't hurt them!"
I was silent for a while. That explains why I hadn't heard of them before. I haven't watched the X Factor since he left me for the show. That was the same season Danielle danced, so the same season the band One Direction came in third. I wonder if they met him...I wonder if they were friends. They probably were. He charmed everyone. That's how I fell in love with him.
"So they just told Danielle they are gay?"
"Yeah, they got on brilliantly. Dani said she's going to try and get us tickets! They kept in touch so she's still friends with them."
"Tickets?"
"To one of their concerts. They are coming here soon, can you believe it Leprechaun?"
"I'm not a leprechaun." I pouted at him.
"Well, you're Irish."
"Yeah, so? You're British."
"And you're short."
"Thank you for pointing that out. Why does that make me a leprechaun?"
"Because leprechauns are short Irish people!" Louis looked at me as if it was obvious, which it probably was. I just didn't like to be called a leprechaun. I was aware of my height, and accepted it.
It was quiet in the car for a while before Louis started talking again, a rare serious expression on his face. "So, have you heard anything from Mr. Heartbreak?"
"Louis..." I sighed. I knew I never should have told him.
"Come on, Ni, please!"
"No, Louis. The last I heard from him was three years ago when he dumped me then drove away."
"You should start dating again." Louis said calmly, already knowing what I was going to say.
"I can't, Lou. I'm still screwed up over H-Mr. Heartbreak." I stopped myself before I could say his name.
" know, I just think it'd be good for you. It's been three years."
"Yeah, well, I can't just forget about it. I loved him."
We stopped at my flat and I ran out of the car, shouting a bye to Lou. I needed to get away from that conversation. Ever since I told him about my past heartbreak he had been hounding me to find out more details about this "mystery man" I have. I think it's stupid. He broke my heart, what more does Louis need to know about him?
I fell down on my couch and hugged one of the pillows to my chest, trying to block out the pictures of curly dark hair and bright green eyes. I tried to ignore the flash of white and dimples that my mind couldn't stop showing me. I couldn't help but hear the laugh, so laud and carefree, as if he was standing next to me, laughing at my stupidity like he used to. I couldn't help but remember the tall, younger boy who had left me those long few years ago.
I couldn't help but still be desperately in love with him.