Someday My Prince Will Come...

Fairytales are made up. They can never be reality. But when 17-year old Olivia Lourdes meets famous boy group, One Direction at an airport, will her Prince Charming be found?


10. Chapter 9

                                                       3 Weeks Later. We’d managed to keep it a secret, Niall and I. I never thought it would last, but it did. I finally thought I’d found my fairytale ending. Aria and Harry, they started dating. Both of them knew from the beginning, it was never going to be something serious. That’s one of the reasons they both decided they’d rather just stay friends. The other reason? We were leaving. My home wasn’t in LA. My home was in London. Niall’s home wasn’t in LA, it was in London too. But unlike Niall, I was no famous singer in a group called One Direction. I didn’t have to stay in LA for another week. I didn’t have to record tracks for my next album, I didn’t even have my first. I knew, I just knew at some point our relationship would have to come to an end. I just didn’t think it would be so soon. On our final night, Aria and I threw a beach party, just like the one where we first met the boys. There was music and ice-cream and drinks. We had a campfire, roasting marshmallows with chocolate sauce. And we shared stories, that ended up making every single one of us laugh. I didn’t want it to end. But I couldn’t stop time, no matter how much I tried. The moonlight glittered on every individual grain of sand. “So Olivia and I, we got some presents for you, so that way you can never forget us.” Aria announced. The smile on her face was huge. How could she be ok with this? We’d spent a month with them, and now we’d possibly never see them again? But as I looked around the circle at this small knit of friends, I noticed everyone was smiling, everyone but me. “You guys. Seriously you didn’t have to get us anything.” Liam shook his head in exasperation. “Liam shut up, I want to see what they’ve got us!” Louis exclaimed. I giggled, but it quickly dissolved into silence, leaving me with that same blank expression on my face. “But Lou, we didn’t get them anything.” Zayn whispered. But he was clearly awful at whispering, since the whole circle heard him. Aria retrieved the pouch from her bag. Opening it, she handed each boy their gift. We’d gotten them each a friendship bracelet. They were black rope bracelets, and each one had a small silver disk with their names carved into them. All of the boys thanked us and put them on their wrists. Then, everyone became silent. I felt the tears prickling my eyes. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to say goodbye to any of them, especially Niall. Zayn was the person I talked to about Niall. He always helped me with any problems I had, any worries. We’d been discussing tattoos, because I’d been thinking about getting an anchor tattooed on my waist. Louis and I, we joked about everything. We were the ones who always messed about, we always started the food fights, or the pile ons. Liam, he was like Alfie. He was always protective of me, like Liam now. I owed Harry. He was the one who had gotten Niall and I together. I could never repay him enough for that. He’d given me the gift of love, and no one could top that. I knew what I was going to miss most about Niall, even though I was still with him. I’d miss staying up late talking, watching films together. I’d miss him teaching me how to play the guitar, the two of us singing together. I’d miss playing scrabble on his hotel bed, and when he lost, he’d throw the board over and we’d have to crawl around the room looking for scrabble letters. I would miss his touch, his kiss, the feel of his heart beating next to my own. I would miss knowing that there was someone out there, someone just for me.   “Olivia and I are just going for a walk. We’ll be back soon.” Niall grabbed my hand and helped me up, walking me down the beach further away from the campfire. A wave washed across the sand dissolving the remaining foot prints of its inhabitants. That’s how easy it was to remove something. Or someone. “Where are we going?” I asked Niall. He didn’t answer. As soon as the rest of the group became tiny dots, Niall pulled me to a stop. We stood in front of the sea, gazing out at the ghostly white moon, reflecting on the water. The tide was so slow and delicate in swallowing the sand beneath my feet. It was a magical feeling, one that I’d never felt before, and probably never ever would. “I want to make this last night with you special, Olivia. So that you’ll remember me.” And without another word, he scooped me up in his arms bridal style, and carried me into the sea. He stopped when the sea was knee length. Then he brought his lips down to my own. His lips were so soft and smooth, his kiss gentle. I knew right then, that I never wanted them to leave my own. But I knew I couldn’t stop time, no matter how badly I wanted to. I wished I was in a film, and I could just pause the TV, on this scene, and leave it like that forever. But obviously, that could never happen. It was impossible. And with that in mind, I knew what I had to do. He let me down, so I could thread my fingers through his hair. When we pulled away, I felt alone. Niall pulled me close to him, hugging me tightly. With his hand resting against the back of my head, I let the tears slowly fall in silence down my cheeks. The crystal water, with its warm soft touch, echoed through my body. And at that moment, I knew it was now or never. I pulled away from him, and stared up into those mesmerizingly haunting blue eyes. “Princess, why are you crying?” I bit my lip, looking away from him. If I looked at him, I knew I could never bring myself to say it. “Niall, I can’t do this anymore.” I whispered, in the quietest voice ever. Niall tried to grab my hand and I let him. But I didn’t hold his back. “What do you mean, Liv?” My shoulders began shaking as the tears began falling, faster and faster. “I can’t do this. I can’t…I can’t be with you anymore Niall. It’s too painful Your recording in LA for another week, you have concerts when you get back to the UK, then you’re in Ireland to see your family, and then you’re back to concerts and tours. I know it’s not your fault being famous, but it’s not fair of me to be with you when there’s another lucky girl who can deal with all of this. I’m seventeen Niall. You know exactly what’s going to happen in your future, me? I have no idea.” The tears were fat and salty, and it took everything I had not to collapse on the floor. Before he could say anything more, I quickly walked away. I started to run. I was running, blinded by my tears. But when I heard his words, I stopped for a few minutes. “Olivia I love you!” He yelled. I shook my head and carried on running. I ran straight past the campfire, instead running to the house. I shakily found my key and opened the door. When I went to lock it, a foot wedged itself between the wall and the door. I knew it was Niall, he was wearing his shoes. “Liv please.” He sounded choked up. I dropped the key and raced up the stairs. I bolted into my bedroom and slammed my door shut, flipping the lock. His footsteps pounded on the stairs. His fists bounced off the door. “Olivia! Didn’t you hear me? I love you! I. Love. You.” Whilst crying, I slid down the door, ending up in a sitting position on the floor. Resting my head in my knees I bawled like a baby. I felt sick with crying, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. And the worst bit? I knew Niall was on the other side of the door, crying. I could hear his cries as well as my own. The rest of the group came in, and everyone started trying to get me out of the room. But I wouldn’t listen to any of them.   Eventually I heard the boys take Niall back to the hotel with them. This caused arguments and lots of shouting from Niall. He clearly didn’t want to leave. As soon as they’d gone, Aria broke the lock by slamming the door down. I was still on the floor, and she was lucky it didn’t hit me. She didn’t shout at me or say anything at all, actually. She sat down on the floor next to me and cradled me in her arms as I let out all of my heartache. “Olivia, if you love someone, you fight for them. You don’t give up on someone because you know it’s going to be hard. You stay with them and work through it. You find a way around it. If you can’t, it’s not love and it was never meant to be.” But I knew, as soon as Niall said those three words, that I felt the same way. And later on that night I proved it. I snuck out of my window and went to the beach. Because it was late on nobody was there. I knelt on my knees looking out towards the sea. And I screamed, “Niall Horan, I love you!” But it was too late. He was gone. I’d let him slip through my fingertips. I was an idiot.  

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