Nobody Compares to You

Celia is just a normal 18 year old, she lives a normal life until her brother, Jackson, dies from cancer. She is never the same because he was her best friend. She decides that when she turns 19, she wants to move away from the little town in New Hampshire and pursue her dream as a photographer. She moves to London, England and meets five boys that almost fill the hole that was made when Jack died. Will she fall for one of the boys? Will one of them fall for her?

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13. Returning the favor

it's the next day and I wake up, shower, eat breakfast, and get ready. I decide its going to be a comfy day because I have the day off. I text Niall and say that I am coming over. I grab my purse and head over to Niall's. I stopped at Starbucks for hot chocolates and coffees for everyone. I don't know how Harry always carries these. I manage to make it to the boys' flat. I knock on the door Louis stands there with a light smile.  

"Oh hey Celia, what are you doing here so early?" he asks, not knowing its almost 12:00.    "Uh, Lou...it's 11:30." I say, his eyes glance towards his watch and his eyes widen.    "Oh, that went fast. I've just been watching the Telly since like six. I couldn't sleep." he says. He invites me in and I hand him a coffee. Harry walks in and takes one too.    "Thanks love. He says, patting my shoulder."    "Welcome, where's Niall?" I ask    "In his room. You can go ahead in if you want." I nod and walk down the hall towards Niall's room. I hear someone whisper to me.    "psst. Celia, come here." I turn around and see Zayn poking out of his doorway. I walk over to him and he pulls me into his room.    "What are you doing Zayn?!" I shout, he lets go of me and I stand there with a confused expression on my face.    "I have a problem, and I need your help. I...I..." he stutters and sits on his bed with his head in his hands.    "Zayn, of course I'll help you, you helped me when I needed you, just tell me what's wrong. You can tell me anythin-" he cut me off    "I feel terrible about how I went off at Perrie, it's just that I was so hurt that she cheated on me and I feel like it was my fault we broke up." a tear rolls down his cheek, I have never seen this side of him. This fragile sensitive side. He must have loved Perrie a lot.    "Zayn, it's not your fault, Perrie cheated on you, you loved her." I say, trying to reassure him.    "The whole reason we were growing apart was because I had no time for her. Sometimes I think I should quit the band, because it holds me back from seeing the people I love." he says sadly.    "Zayn Malik, you listen to me. It is your dream to be a singer and you were born to. You can't throw all that hard work out the window, and you can't do that to your fans. and what about the boys? Those four boys have been nothing but family to you. They have helped you through all the hate. They love you like a brother, don't you love them? You can't walk away Zayn, you can't give up your dream for a girl." I lecture, he nods his head.    "You're right, I just hate how I can never just go home and live a normal life. The boys mean everything to me, they are my family. I just need to get over Perrie."    "You just need to do things that you love to distract yourself, and you will get over her, Zayn. I know you, you're tough."    "Thanks Celia, you're so easy to talk to. You are like sister to me." he says. He hugs me and then we pull away.    "I gotta go see Niall now, there's Starbucks  in the kitchen if you want it." I say, exiting his room. I step into the hallway and get pulled into another room. The shades are drawn, and it was very dark in the room.    "Where have you been?" a soft Irish voice says. Niall, how smooth of him. he crashes his lips against mine and holds my face, not letting me break free, not that I wanted to. I kiss back and he quickens his pace, I match his pace and he moves his hands down around my waist. I play with his soft blonde hair and that same electricity shoots through me, this time, it's more intense, we pull away, looking for air. He pressed his forehead against mine and he breathes heavily.     He goes over and opens the shades. I lean up against the wall, biting my lip, trying not to smile.    "So, how was that?" he asked, grinning and intertwining his fingers in mine.   "Pretty good, but I'd have to say it'd be better in the rain." I chuckle.    "Oh really? Is that a challenge?" he picks me up and slings me over his shoulder. I start yelling/laughing as he runs me down the hall and out the front door.    "Stop! I surrender!" he puts me down and I kiss him on the cheek. he takes my hand and we just run down the street in the rain.   this is actually the best time I've had in London. 
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