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♥Niall's POV♥
"Hello Mr.Horan," My Flat's lobby man, Francis, greeted Me as I walked through the clear doors into the warm building.
"Hey Francis," I replied. I had insisted almost twenty times for him to call me Niall, but he apparently didn't want to.
"You have visitors waiting," He said, making me stop walking. Visitors?
"May I ask who?" I asked.
He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to recall who they where. "I cannot seem to remember the name, but they're waiting in your flat."
"Okay?" I said confused, and continued my journey up the stair and to my flat. Our buildings lift was broken.
I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket, and I pulled it out. Simon was calling.
"Hello?" I answered, and paused my journey on the second flight of stairs.
"Hello, Niall." He responded in his normal business tone.
"So, you've been needing to talk to me?" I asked, and began walking again.
"Um, Yes. Yes I have. Would this be a good time?"
"Sure, Go ahead."
" Well, many songs on your new album will be written with Ed Sheeran, and other famous inhabitants of the London area. I know you are already living there, but to save traveling money and hassle, the other boys will be required to live there, as well. So, when you reach you're flat as I see that you haven't, the other boys will be there. They will stay with you until I get further living arrangements in order." He explained, not giving me a time to say anything.
"All right, Bu-" I tried to ask a question.
"No buts, Niall. This is what's happening, is that clear?" He interrupted.
"Crystal," I simply responded, and stopped walking as I reached my door.
"Great, Goodbye." He said, and I hung up the phone without saying anything. I wasn't mad, only a bit surprised. It was a lot to take in at once. Actually, my whole career had been a lot.
I put my ear up to the door in attempt to hear what ruckus was occurring inside. All that I heard was the cheers of a crowd, and grunts. I sighed, knowing anything could be happening, especially with these boys.
I opened the door, seeing that it was unlocked.
Louis and Harry sat on the couch playing FIFA on the Xbox, so that explained the cheering and grunts. Liam was silently jumping rope, I guess so he could get in shape, and Zayn was no where in sight. Typical.
"Whats happening boys?" I cheerfully greeted them, walking through the door and throwing my car keys in the bowl where I usually put them.
Harry and Louis didn't look from the game, just mumbled hellos. Liam kept jumping, only taking a second to nod his head at me.
"Where's Zayn?" I asked, still noticing the situation lacked a certain spiky haired boy.
No one answered, so I concluded that no one cared. But I did, he was bloody friend. I was not going to let him go off on his own to mope.
I placed my jacket on the back of the couch lazily, and climbed the stairs to begin my search.
I went room by room, yelling his name. He was no where. The only place left was the balcony so I checked there. I pressed my warm cheek against the cold glass door, trying to secretly see if he was out there, and he was. He sat in a reclined lawn chair, With his black drawing pad on his lap. He gazed above him, trying to find something to draw. His hair was wet and pushed out of his face with a thin black headband. He had no shirt on, and baggy black sweat pants.
"Zayn?" I called out as I stepped outside, trying to hide the fact that I was just watching him. He flinched back a bit, clearly startled.
"Oh, Hey Niall." He greeted me, and shifted in his seat.
"Why ya hiding Buddy?" I asked him, and sat on the chair across from him.
He shrugged, and looked down. "I'm not."
I gave him a 'Are you kidding' Type of look, and he sighed, knowing I'd figured him out.
"I just, Don't like, fit in anymore.. Ever since I've been kinda moping, you know because of the break up with Perrie, they avoid me. And today, when they finally talked to me, they yelled and told me to take a shower. I sound so much like a wussy," He confided, and looked at me. I knew the boys still loved Zayn like family, and would do anything for him, but months of his crying and moping had became a bit much. They always tried to care for Zayn, but he pushed them away. I guess they just finally blew.
"Perrie was crap, Okay? So you can be yourself again, we're gonna find you a date, Yeah?" I said.
"Perrie wasn't crap," He argued.
"She was Zayn! Look what she did to you, she's not even sorry! She already has a rebound! Hey, that's what you need, A rebound." I encouraged.
"No, I can't do that, Niall. If I try to really love her, she'll run away. Its better if I'm alone," he admitted, being honest for the first time in what seemed like forever.
"Well, I know a real good girl. We'll take all of the boys on a lunch date with her, so it won't be weird. And then if you like her, BAM! It will work." I made motions with my hands as I spoke.
He thought about it a minute, before agreeing. But I knew he'd love her. No one could hate Luna. She was just too sweet, and never fought with anyone. Although she hid her sweetness with a smart mouth, Zayn was quiet. It would work, I knew it. It had to. I pulled out my phone, and called her as Zayn pulled out a cigarette and began to smoke.
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"So, Wanna come with me and the boys for lunch tomorrow?" Niall asked over the phone.
"Erm, Sure." I answered, doubtfully. I didn't want to make a fool of myself In front of the biggest boy band in the world, which was destined to happen.
"Great! Pick you up tomorrow at three?" He checked with me.
"Sure thing Leprechaun." I answered.
"Alrighty! See ya then! Bye bye now!" He chirped.
"Okay, Bye." I said back less enthusiastically, ending the conversation.
I slipped my phone in my pocket, and opened the door to my flat. The traffic was horrible, and I had just gotten back home from McDonalds.
I walked in, and threw my car keys on the kitchen island. A note informing me that Noel, Mason, and Ariana sat on the counter, and I read it then threw it away. I was home alone.
The apartment seemed colder and darker than usual, probably because of the absence of people. It felt lonely. I walked around aimlessly, getting border by the second. What do people who live alone do?
I walked into my room, and checked the digital clock that sat atop my beside table. It was almost eight at night. I looked all over my room for something to entertain myself with, but nothing caught my attention.
But my bed looked pretty lonely...
I jumped on it, without getting under the covers. I randomly felt really tired, therefore was too lazy to bother with it. I thought about my wild day, and finally drifted off to sleep without the intention to.
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"Ugh," I moaned, opening my eyes and expecting to see rays of the sun slipping their way into my room through my sheer curtains. Instead, my room was dark.
With the conclusion that it was still night, I laid back down comfortably. And then, the metallic sound of pots and pans clashing came from the
Kitchen. Mason was making breakfast. So, it was actually morning.
I drug myself out of bed unhappily, and looked at my clock. It was Seven O'Clock, a three hour contrast to the time I usually woke up. That's why it was so dark.
I wobbled into the kitchen like a drugged up penguin.
"What's Crackalkin?" Mason greeted, a bit too cheerful for this time of morning. He flipped what ever he was cooking, and it began to sizzle. "Why you up so early?"
"For one thing, Its not by choice." I complained, and sat in our kitchen island. A light laugh sounded from the living room, and Noel Popped her head up from her spot in the couch.
"Not a morning person?" She asked rhetorically. I guess I really did like Noel better than I did Ariana. Noel was really easy to talk to, and just so friendly. I hated to admit it, but she was contagious.
I walked over to our balcony, and looked out of the clear sliding glass door. We lived on the older side of London, so it was run down but just as magical. I could see the blinking of an Inn's sign blinking in the distance, and the roof tops of rustic buildings.
"Come, Sit." Noel patted the seat on the couch beside her.
I sat down beside her like she requested, not before checking the time that was shown in the microwave. I still had almost eight hours before meeting one of the biggest boy band on the planet.
"So, why was That Niall dude at our doorstep yesterday? Isn't he a celebrity or something?" She asked as if she had been living under a rock for One Direction's entire career.
"Storytime," I said with a sigh, before spilling my whole childhood that involved Niall.