Looking For Miranda [Book: 1]

"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone."

Miranda runs away, love lost, body broken, will she find love? Or will it eventually tear her up inside? Will she ever trust anyone besides her best-friend, or can two boys open her eyes to something she thought she had lost in the past?

One Direction Fanfiction.


42. Chapter Forty One ツ

You lucky butts.


Oh, 209!!! Used to be 211, some people unfaved......

Love the ones who stayed ;) <333


~Miranda's POV~


"Get the butter that's thawed!" I shouted to Niall, who was on the other side of the kitchen, his suite had the biggest one ever, bigger than the apartment I was looking to get when we made it back to the US, yes, I was gonna become independent and find a job. Maybe.

"We need the eggs, sugar, brown sugar, and vanilla too! Otherwise the rest is over here." He came back with the ingredients to my Gram's chocolate chip recipe. I personally loved it when it was only butter, vanilla, sugar, and brown sugar, but we were making full cookies.

"Yes master." He gave me a quick peck on the cheek before I swatted him away, "No, you're not helping, I only needed you to get ingredients. You'll eat all the batter." 

"But..." "No butts. Besides yours leaving the kitchen. Go play Fifa or something." He walked away in shame. 

"It's not like you won't eat the batter either!" It took him a few more seconds to come up with a comeback, oh special child. 

"Blegh!" I resumed stirring the butter and sugars together with the hand-held beater. 


"BEST COOKIES EVER! I WILL MARRY YOU!!! Forget El." And Lou, being Lou! 

"Nope. El's already mine." I stuck my tongue out at him as he whimpered. What a puppy, well, he would be a pomeranian. 

"Yeah, I have to agree, these are amazing." Zayn held up the cookie he was eating. So now I was a pretty good chef, on my terms, so maybe I could challenge Harry. He was pretty good.

"Trent! Liam! You gotta try Mir's cookies! They're the best!" Zayn would be my campaign manager, with his looks and charm he would get anything and everything. But Niall was my guy.

"Aren't they? She used to always make me them for my birthday." Trent grabbed one for her and one for Liam, gulping it down in one bite.

"Those were pretty big cookies, if you could fit that in your mouth in one bite...." I slapped Niall's mouth shut before he could say more, for his sake.

"Somebody hold my earrings, this bitch is about to get slapped. You have no clue about my sex life or whatever shit you're talking about." At this point, she actually did take her earrings out, set them on the table, and was about to attack my 'kind of almost boyfriend'.

"Woah baby, woah." Thank god Liam held her back, or Niall would be mangled at the hand of my best friend.

"Okay, okay, let's all settle down. TRENT. NIALL." I eyed the both. "Let's make up, now Niall, apologize for saying that, and Trent, apologize for calling him a bitch."

"No! He started it!" "Yeah? Well I'm gonna end it, apologize. Both of you." The words came through gritted teeth, they were such children! That coming from me was a lot. 

"I'm sorry I made a hilarious sexual joke about you giving blowjobs to Liam." For this, he got slapped on the back of the head.

"I'm sorry that Miranda can't realize that you are a bitch. And you are very childish." Ahh, someone used that word finally.

"No. Wrong, better apologies now." They finally apologized the right way and we could go on with our lives.

"What are you two laughing about?" Harry and Zayn were silently cracking up on the couch.

"I feel like this is highschool drama." We all started dying from Harry's reply, because it really was.

I took Niall's hand in mine as the others were distracted, this was just as yesterday, almost. I lead the boy to a secret place I had found when I wandered around the hotel about a week ago.

"Wow, how did you find this?" Niall's face was in awe as he looked around, the sky, the nature, the view.

"I came up here in a state of despair, when I needed to think." His smile was furrowed, "About what?"

This was the time I needed to tell him.

I needed to show him, and admit to him what I knew, what I felt inside of me.

"If I've learned one thing from the day I met you, what I remember of that, of the day I could finally remember who you were, what we had. I would say that I learned that the only way we can learn to love, is by loving. I've lost love in my life, I lost my mom, followed by my dad. I thought I loved Scott, but I didn't. I don't believe I know how to love anymore, but I feel that I can. I want to love you, I know that I really like you, maybe even love, if that's possible. I thought I lost you, I didn't. I want to give us a chance, but I'm afraid." This whole time, Niall was just intent and staring into my eyes, like he understood. I knew he wouldn't ever know, feel what I've gone through in my life, but he's trying. I could trust him.

"I can't ever promise to you that I won't hurt you, but I can promise that I won't intentionally hurt you. I know, with all my heart, that I am in love with you, Miranda, and that I can understand your doubts. I was a douche, the biggest dumbass in the world, but if you're willing to give us a chance, I've been willing since the day I met you. I need you in my life, and I want you." This all sounded like something we would say at a wedding, but it wasn't. These, basically essays, that we just confessed, were the beginning of our relationship.

"Niall." I couldn't hold back, so I kissed him, full blown make out session for about five minutes.

I don't know about him, but I considered us dating now.

"Babe, should we tell anyone?" His forehead was pressed to mine, our bodies could not be any closer than they were as of now.

"No. Let them figure it out." We resumed our make out session. It was only about three o'clock, so we had all day up here. Well, until one of us got hungry, which would probably be soon.

After a few more minutes, we went back down to our floor, going into my room instead of his.

"I'll call a pizza in." I ordered a plain pepperoni pizza, it was supposed to be here in half an hour.

"Ughh, my stomach craves food! Thirty fricking minutes!" I plopped down on the couch next to my boyfriend. Now I could officially say that. Even thinking about it made the butterflies inside of me do backflips.

"You know, I really love your eyes, your hair, your nose, and I can't wait for you to become the old Miranda, not that I don't love the pink hair." He kissed my nose, I had to admit, the hair was starting to really be noticeable, but it would wear off in another month.

"I really love your hair, your eyes, your nose, and I like that you're taller than me." I basically repeated everything, but I really loved having a boyfriend that's taller than me, it's one of the things I look for. Granted he was only a few inches taller, I still loved it.

"I just love you." Ha, cliche Niall, very cliche.

The pizza got here after we talked for a while, and we ate it in about five minutes. It wasn't an extra-large, pshhh no.

"We. Are. Pigs." I laughed, but it wasn't audible, I laugh silently, not my fault.

"You're laugh is so cute!" "Too bad I can't say the same about you!" His seriously sounded like a baboon laughing, full out animal like.

"Well I'm, as you would say, knackered. So I'm going to go change for bed." I got up, not noticing that he had followed me. I stripped down, I don't wear a bra when I sleep unless I'm already half dead. I just had on my underwear bottoms when I heard a whistle, I jumped, pulling my shirt up to my chest.

"BITCH!" I turned around, thank god he didn't see my 'girls'.

"Nice view, might I say." "Get your cheeky ass out of my room while I change! Or you'll have to go back to your room to sleep." He walked away in shame. 

I put on an oversized t-shirt that went down to about my knees, hey, I can be comfortable, can't I?

Niall came back in when I was brushing my teeth, he was only in a pair of sweatpants, that bastard was trying to turn me on, I bet. Well, I wasn't that easy. Two can play at that game.

"Hey, want to watch a movie?" He nodded, I put on After Earth on Netflix. I was surprised it was on there so early, but it was. (A/N AMAZING MOVIE BTW)

I snuggled up close to Niall, wanting this to be cheesy/romantic. What could I say, I was a hopeless romantic. 

After about an hour into the movie, my eyes started drooping, I let out a final yawn, I fell into a deep sleep.


~Niall's POV~


We were watching a movie 'After Earth', and I noticed Miranda falling asleep.

She was so beautiful, more so sleeping. I know I sound like a creep, but I watched her for a while, until I myself fell into a slumber.

I was thinking of the events of today, going up to the garden rooftop, confessing. I would never intentionally hurt her, and I wanted her. I needed her.

I was shoulder deep in love with Miranda.


Well, Niall's POV was pretty short, but I surprised you with it, didn't I?

I loved writing this story so much! Don't worry, this isn't the last chapter, the next one is, but THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL IN JULY!!!



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