After we finished our drinks, we strolled down the city looking around in the shops.
"So how long have you lived here?" He asked me.
"How'd you know I moved here?"
"Well, you don't have an accent of course."
"True. When I was little I actually always wanted to have an accent. I never really liked my voice." I chuckle to myself quietly. "I always did impressions of people and accents...I still do."
"Let me hear one."
"Hmm...I can do Zayn's voice." I clear my throat. "Hello, I'm Zayn from One Direction, I'm engaged to Perrie Edwards, and I like to do graffiti." I say in Zayn's voice.
Niall and I do a couple accents as we laugh out loud as everyone gave us 'what the hell?' looks.
We stop and sit on a park bench, looking at the green grass, trees, the clouds in the sky, a bunch of girls surrounding us...wait, whoa!
"It's Niall!" They all screamed.
"Could I take a picture with you?"
"Can I have your autograph?"
"I have something for you!"
"You're hot Niall!"
"Have my babies!"
A little overboard on the babies much? I think so. Ugh. These girls are so freakin annoying! I can't stand them! What am I going to do?
"Niall, I can't take this! I don't mean to be rude but I can't stand these yelling girls!"
"Ew. Is that your date?" Someone asked in the crowd.
"Ew? Ew! No! We're not together and never will be, so shut your mouth and back away before I throw a punch at you all!"
It stood quiet and everyone backed away slowly. I looked around at everyone in shock especially Niall was surprised. We manage to get into his car and drive away from the crowd.
"Look Niall, I'm sorry that I yelled back there. I can't stand the screaming and yelling of those fans of yours. It's better that we just end the day here." We stop at a red light and I quickly grab my bag and get out into the cold.
"Andy, wait." Niall grabs my wrist.
"You know what? If it's going to be like this the whole week, then I might as well end the week here."
"Andy look, we love our fans, but sometimes they take it too far and we feel you. Just get back in."
I settle back in the passenger seat and put on the seatbelt. "What do you mean take it too far?" I raise an eyebrow.
"They send hate to the boys girlfriends."
"Hate? Really? That's- what the hell is their problem?!"
"I don't know. They love us so much I guess."
It stood quiet most of the drive back home. Nothing was said. I leaned against the window looking out at the city starting to light up.
"Baby you light up my world like nobody else."
I look up at Niall who was singing one of his bands hit singles. Yes, I can't believe it either but I've actually heard the song 'What Makes You Beautiful.' It's annoying, but catchy like Rebecca Blacks song 'Friday.'
"The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed." I quickly cover my mouth realizing that I just mumbled that out loud.
"I thought you didn't like our music." Niall smirked.
"I didn't say I didn't like it, nor did I say I haven't heard your music before."
"Nah you like it." He chuckles.
"In your dreams Blondie." I lightly punch him on the shoulder.
We arrive back at the apartment and decide play my instruments. He played some of his bands songs and I stood to playing my kind of music for the next couple hours.
"Why aren't you in a band or something with Flynn and Link?"
I look up at Niall laughing. "Are you kidding me? They can barely play Mary had a little lamb on the piano!"
"Don't you have other friends?"
Did I have other friends? Yeah! There's Mark, well, we don't really talk much so I guess I wouldn't count him as a friend. Wait, there's...oh wait they moved away, but there's also...well, we stopped talking. Maybe a few more friends would be better.
"I guess not." I slightly smile.
"Well, I could be your friend." He smiles at me.
"Oh yeah, we'll be friends for the next three days and there you go off with the rest of the band. I'm not counting on that, Niall. Don't even mention being friends with me because everyone has left my life for something better."
"Better? Who said the band is better? I mean I love the boys, really, but I sometimes need to get a break and just find someone else to hangout with since I've been with the boys for like the past four years."
"Yeah, no. Look, your a nice dude, but hanging out with you in public is probably the worse thing."
"Hey, I'm claustrophobic, but look at me, I'm handling it pretty well."
"Niall, you were breathing heavily when the girls were around us, were you really handling it well?" I chuckle.
"Shut up!" He punches my arm lightly. "Well, I gotta get going Andy. I'll see you in three days."
"Bye!" I wave to him as he drove off.
I turn back and see Flynn just inches away from me. "Holy crap Flynn! You scared the crap out me!" He squints his eyes smirking. "What?"
I grab the neck hem of his shirt balling my hand up into a fist. "Tell me now Flynn Rider!"
"I told you don't call me that!"
"Then I suggest you speak."
"I'll just leave you with this," he pulls himself away from my grip slowly backing away, "the skater has fallen."
The skater has fallen? What does he mean? Oh well. Wait a minute, I didn't prank him or anything! Dammit! I'll try the next boy tomorrow for sure.