Cat is ecstatic to see the city of London for a concert- but when she is reunited with an old friend, what could possibily go wrong? . . . And as for a certain blonde haired blue-eyed boy, change is in the air.


14. Stand Up

~Niall's Pov~

"I-I like you." Cat said. She didn't mean what I wished she meant. She only wants to be friends...

"I'm sure you don't." I said. She doesnt. She's just trying to make me feel better. Niall Horan's pity party. Members: One.

"No Niall, I do. Really." she grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. Cat, what are you doing? I don't want you to do something you'll regret...

She started to lean in. I followed her. I couldn't believe it, I was about to be the happiest man in the world. Then, she pulled away.

"I'm sorry. . ." she said looking away from me.

"It's fine. . ." She had just about broken my heart. "I can understand why you didn't want to kiss me. I am ugly."

"Niall, please. . .It's complicated." She pleaded.

"Stop lying to me! I thought you were different, but you're just like the rest!" I almost yelled.

"I'm so sorry. . ." I saw the tears welling up in her nlue-green eyes.

"Cat, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you."

"That's not why I'm crying. . ."

"Then why?" I asked.

"I hurt you. . ." I sighed. Then she hugged me. "Please don't hate me. . ."

"I couldn't hate you Cat." I hugged her back.

"I just need some time. . ."

"Cat," I said urgently.

"Hmm?" she said.

"The people in the gondola next to us are taking pictures!"

Her eyes widened. "What?! Niall, what can we do about it? I don't want you and I to get hate just because I'm your friend!"

She said it. Friend. Just friends.

"Do you have a Twitter?"

"Yes. Why?" she said unsure.

"That's mainly where fans give you hate. If they somehow find out your name, just ignore all of it. That's how I deal with it all. . ."

"Oh Niall, just promise me you won't cut or anything like that." She was worried about me. . .

"I could say the same for you. . ." I said trailing off.

The gondola was almost at the ground now, and we exited, only to be bombarded with fans.

"I love you Niall!"

"Will you marry me?"

"You're ugly!"

"I'm Irish, Niall!"

"You don't deserve to be in One Direction!"

"We all hate you, and you should go take your fucking sorry ass to go die in a hole."

~Cat's Pov~

That last one stopped my blood cold. I stood there, tracking where the sound came from. I came across a girl about my age who had bleach blonde hair.

I slowly walked up to her.

"What do you want whore?"At least she didn't know who I was.

I stood up at my full height, and punched her. Wow, that's the second time you punched someone for them insulting a friend....

The crowd went silent. All the girls who were around me started to back away slowly, as if not wanting to put me in another rage.

"Let's go Niall." I grabbed his wrist and started walking.

We made our way around the city and back to his car. There were some girls stalking us, but we didn't show any affection towards each other.

We got in, and he started the car, and we drove home.

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