Athelia Queann is living the glamorous life in London as one of the richest people in England. She's a big sensation, and everything the fans thinks she's not. She's manipulative, spoiled, selfish and nothing is never good enough for a star like her. Behind all the glitter and the fake smile, a loneliness is slowly tearing her up inside. But one day a person enters her life and changes everything. Even though Athelia don't want anyone to come this close to her, that one person starts becoming really importnant whether she wants it or not. That person is someone she used to know as Niall Horan from One Direction. Nothing more.


9. I'll never admit that I might miss you

Niall's P.O.V

It was getting dark early now. London was surounded by a big black cloud. Already it was dark and cold and the clock was only a quarter past five. Lights from the street were shining true my livingroom window. I was sitting on one of my barchairs drinking a simple glas of water while starring out of the window at my beautiful view. The window in my livingroom was huge, it went from floor to seeling and you could see the whole London from it. Even Big Ben. It was so beautiful. But still I did not feel happy. I had no idea why. Zayn was with Perrie, Louis with Eleanor, Liam with Andy and Harry was in the US. Management had given us all off the next three days. It was amazing finally having no plans for three whole days. But still, it was lonley. Without the other boys near me. And ofcourse I had millions of people in my contactbook I could call. I could go out for dinner, or for a drink or what ever I wanted. But still I felt like doing nothing at the same time I felt like wanting to be with someone.

Very last lunch. Had she really meant that`?

Athelia's P.O.V

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, but bear this in mind it was....", Zayn's voice sounded from the radio in the cab.

"Could you turn that off please?", I asked trying to sound nice.

"Sure...", the driver mumbled and turned the volume down. Even though it was low, you could still hear a tiny melody coming from the speakers.

"Not down, off", I said a bit more dominant. I saw he rolled his eyes in the rearview mirror before he turned it off and silence enveloped us. It was dark in the cab only light from bars and shops outside helped me see.

It was dark yes, but London was still very much alive. You could hear laugher from almost everywear. And people with big smiles were walking around on the streets ready to embark on the friday. Except me. At home a big empty dark house was waiting. Dorthya was visiting her family and I hadn't booked a new help yet.

Earlyer I had called Macy and asked her to go out for some sushi with me, but she had turned me right down. 'Sooory babe, plans', had she said and then she had just hung up. I sighed and leaned back. I had no one to call. No friends. No family. My friends always kept a distance to me, I had no idea why. Who wouldn't love to spent as much time as possible with a girl who was both rich and famous? And good looking.


It was like the world had died. Stood still. So quiet were my house. No laugher like on the street. No lights like on the bars. No one talking like the groups of friends you always saw sitting on restaurants in the weekends. No one who was listening like I had seen friends doing on tv. I had never tried it. Macy was like me. She liked to speak about herself.

I turned the lights on in the kitchen. The only thing I could hear was my own breath. Heavy.

For some seconds I felt lonley, standing there in the big empty kitchen but I fast shook the feeling away. I was happy. I mean.... who had a life better than mine? I was rich, hot, famous.... I had everything. Who needed friends or... or love when you had money?

I ordered clothes, shoes and accezories on the internet later that night. Only because I was bored and spending money always made me happy. At least a little bit.


Niall's P.O.V

What had it been? Three weeks? Four weeks? Maybe even five? Five whole weeks since our last lunch?

Just call her Niall.

But I can't.

Call her. Go find her.

I really can't.

Do it Niall. C'ome on.

I just can't.

And after all. I didn't care about her. At all. So why even worry about her? I did not like her, and she did not like me either. I just wanted.... Wanted her to be ok.

But what if if she wasn't ok?

"Niall!". I jumped up from my chair.

"Sorry what?", I mumbled a bit confused.

"W'ere going live in about two minutes", the man said.

The other boys nodded and took their headphones on. So did I. While shaking my thoughts away. Far away.

I needed to focus on this interwiev. In about two minutes I were live on channel1 in the whole UK.












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