I am a directioner. A simple normal plain directioner. Or was. I was one of the millions of their fans who lived in a very small city which meant no meeting them for me. Or so I thought. I never expected this. Never. For my dreams to come true. To hurt someone I love while they did. Now I scream when am alone because I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix this heart I've managed to break. This is my story. The story of how I came much more than a directioner.


13. Uneasy love.

Almost okay.


Niall and I decide to go out for lunch.

We are in our room when I am browsing through the closet.

"What should I wear out?" I ask. Niall comes up behind me and puts his arms around my waist. "You'll look beautiful in anything" I turn around and give him a small kiss, minding his lip. I then turn back to the closet and decide on a short red summer dress that accents my body well. I slip it on and do a spin. "Acceptable?" I ask Niall. He just stands there with his mouth open. So I kiss it.


We sit down at a table on the patio of a cafe. It's so nice and quiet here. I nibble on my wrap as Niall eats his chicken. We each only have one hand to eat with since the other are locked around each other.

I love Niall so much it hurts.

I've talked to Zayn, and he says he's ok now. There are no hard feelings. Niall is still going to talk to him when we get back and apologize. I hope I didn't ruin any relationship between them.

We talk and laugh and eat. After we're done we keep talking and we lean in and kiss over the table. It's only for a bit until Niall jerks back. "Oh no."

"What?" I say. A flash goes off and I understand. A swarm of paparazzi jumps us and yells questions. How did they find us? I can tell Niall's furious, but he's all smiles for the cameras.

"Niall! Why are you so far from home?"

"Niall! Who is this girl?"

"Niall! Where are the rest of the boys?"

"Niall! Is this a date?"

"Niall! Is this your girlfriend?"

"Miss! Are you his girlfriend?"

I don't say a word. I don't know what Niall wants to play this as. I'm afraid I'll say the wrong thing.

"We are on a break from work. This girl is Isabella. They are on holiday too. Yes, this is a date, and yes, this my beautiful girlfriend. Now if you'd excuse us, we'd like to finish our outing. Thankyou, have a nice day."

Niall is so respectful. It makes me love him a little bit more.


"I am so mad!"

We get home and Niall is enraged.

"One lunch! Far away! They had to come and ruin our date. And now I had to make us public! I'm so, so sorry you got sucked into this. But we were holding hands and kissing. You couldn't really be my cousin now-"

I stop his lips with mine. At first its soft and gentle, then it escalates into passion. I push myself against him and he picks me up and throws me on the bed. We kiss until Niall pulls back and says put of breath, "I should go to talk to Zayn now."


*Niall's POV*

I knock on Zayn's door, still out of breath. That girl...

He answers and smiles widely. "Niall! Come in!"

I step just inside the door. "I wanted to say I'm so , so sorry. I don't know what got into me. I mean, I took your girlfriend then started a fight with you? I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you like I did. It's just....." I whisper the next part. "I think she's the one." Zayn smiles again. "No worries. I shouldn't have kissed her when I knew she was yours. I crossed a line. I'm sorry too." He gets a shy smile on his face. "But I met someone."

Relief floods through me. He met someone! Now I can stop feeling so guilty. "Really? Who is she?"

"She gave me her number at the signing. She started texting me after our fight and we hung out. I really like her."

I'm so happy I could scream.


*Izzy's POV*

Niall walks back in with a skip in his step. "He met a girl! Some girl from the signing! He really likes her!"

I stand on the bed and jump into his arms, hugging him. "Who is she?!" I ask relieved.

He responds with "some girl named Mel Roberts."

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