Niall's P.O.V.
She dumped me! I sigh. And she looked like she didn't even realize it or as if she just didn't care. I say my goodbyes to whoever watches that twitcam and shut my laptop down.
Her mobile vibrates and I can see she changed her background. There's no picture of me anymore. It's a picture of one of Wilma's brothers.
Now I'm sure she never really liked me. Well yes of course we're best friends now but it looks like we'll never be more than friends because she doesn't like me the way I like her. She's probably asleep by now so I decide to go to a club and drink something. Even though I know it's not a good idea getting drunk just feels right at the moment. I drink even more than the last night when I was at the bar with Annika.
Suddenly a girl appears next to me and smiles: "Aren't you Niall Horan from One Direction?" I nod my head: "Yes! That's me, babe!", I yell at her and she giggles. "Do you want to play a game with us?", she asks now kind of shyly. "Sure! Why not?", I reply putting my arm around her -also because it was hard to walk straight forward without help- and follow her.
The girl explains that it's a card game. I just sit down and watch them how they play it for the first round. I don't really get the rules -this game probably doesn't even have any- but they randomly whistle after a while and someone has to take of a piece of clothing. Then the second round starts. The people who lost most of their clothes down a shot. weird! who the hell invented this?!
But again... I didn't care!
I sit down besides that girl and take my cards. We start playing and I don't really realize it but it doesn't take a long time till I'm just in my boxershorts. However, I get a little distracted by the girl sitting next to me. "You're really good at that game, boy!", she says giggeling. "Am I?!", I ask confused, looking down at my nearly-naked self. She shakes her head, laughing: "Nope! No, if you'd be good, you'd still have clothes!" I nod my head and laugh out loud. "Well at least you don't have to embarassed. I mean... you're pretty handsome...", she explains and leans in. I want to lean in as well but then I stop, thinking about Annika. "I'm sorry! But I can't do this!", I say and my eyes fill with tears.
Even though I know she doesn't like me the way I like her. I leave the club and I can feel the people stare at me. The only thing I -want to- do is running. I leave the club behind me, the tears streaming down my face. I don't stop running even though it's freezing cold outside and I'm just in my underwear.
Yes, I left my clothes at that club.
Yes, I was that stupid but,
hell, am I drunk!
And yes, it's freaking cold outside,
but the alcohol makes me think it's actually warm. I keep running till I see some people, a few 100meters away from me, with cameras in their hands.
"That's Niall Horan, isn't it?!", one of them screams. "Yes, it is!", I yell. They see the tears in my eyes and on my cheeks and they can tell I'm drunk because of my awkward yelling. They take pictures and one of them even has a videocamera. "What are you doing?" "And why are you half-naked?" "Was it a bet?" I shake my head: "No! I just realized that I found my princess... and that I actually already lost her again...", I say. Another teardrop.
"What? You found your princess?" Nodding. "What's her name?" "Annika!", I reply and the alcohol even makes me say her last name and her twitter name as well. "But why did you lose her?" Well... that's a good question. I don't even know it. I never told her I'm on love with her and she never told me she doesn't love me back. I don't answer the question I just... puke on the ground and then run away again.
Falling asleep on a bench somewhere in a park, I don't even know.
Of course the pictures are in all the newspapers the next day. The videos are all over the internet. TVshows show them as well. People tweet things about it. They start TTs.
But I can't remember anything.
Just one: I lost my princess!...
Annika's P.O.V.
The next morning I wake up pretty early. I go to the bathroom, take a shower and get ready. When I leave the room Harry's standing in front of it. "Hey Harry! How are you doing?", I ask smiling. "Reeeaaaally good!", he says with a wink. I giggle: "Wow. Did something awesome happen yesterday night?" "Yes! Definitely!", he seems to be the luckiest guy in the world at the moment.
"I heard that you and Niall had a twitcam last night!?", he laughs a little and I nod my head: "Yes, that's right! It was a lot of fun!" "I can imagine that! I read someone's tweet saying you looked a bit like me!?"
Did I?! I think back to what i wore yesterday. I dark blue knitted-wool pullover and my black sweatpants. I even had kind of curly hair because Wilma said curls would look nice on me and curled my hair for the show yesterday.
I giggle: "Dammit! My actual plan was to look like Liam...!" Harry raises his eyebrow. "Well you know... Niam Horayne all the way!...", I explain winking and he bursts out laughing. "Whatever you say, sweetheart!", he replies and then just walks off. Then I just stand there awkwardly when Liam suddenly walks by.
"Have you seen Niall yet?" I shake my head: "Nope! Not since our twitcam yesterday." His jaw drops: "You did a twitcam... without me!?" I don't know if he's being serious or not so I just keep my mouth shut. "I like you, silly!", he says laughing, messes up my hair and walks off as well. "Whatever!", I mumble and turn the TV on.
Ads! Oh how I hate that shit! I switch and see something that catches my attention and makes my eyes widen. It's Niall! Niall freaking Horan is on TV! Just in his goddamn boxers! "What are you doing?", the paparazzi ask. I don't even listen to what he says. Oh well no! I lied. I do listen to what he says but just a little tiny bit as the pictures already shock me too much. "-my princess-", he says/yells, drunk as hell. But then he says my name. And my last name. And for some -stupid- reason he also mentions my twitter.
I get my phone out of my pocket in total shock and check my twitter. I got about a thousand new mentions and stuff like that. I read some of the tweets. Most of them are full of hate. "He called you his princess and you dumped him!? How dare you?!" "I'm glad Niall's still single but I'd want to kill that bitch for hurting him!" And these were just some of the tweets. Why did he even say that?, I ask myself. Was it a bet? Was it the alcohol?
That's when hungover Nialler enters the house. Everything seems to be too bright. Too loud. Too fast. But mostly too real for him. He walks up to me with an 'ugh!' and then he falls on the couch in front of me. I stare at him angrily, my hands on my waist. "S'up?", he asks, his hands nearly covering his eye because the sun is obviously blinding him.
"How dare you?", I scream and chuck the newspaper at him. He looks confused, then reads the articles but he doesn't say anything and I can't figure out what he wants to say with the impression upon his face. "Why did you do this? Why did you lie so horribly? Why did you tell them that? They believe you! It's everywhere now! Newspapers! Magazines! Internet! TV! Twitter!! Your fans hate me! They tweeted me hate messages! They blocked me! They care about you but they hate me for hurting you because you dumbass said I'd be your goddamn princess! " I stop because I've got to breathe. He still doesn't say anything.
"Thanks for ruining my life, you stupid liar!", and with these words I run up to my room and pack some of my things and leave.
Because at this very moment...
I didn't think about the fact that drunk people always tell the truth...
I didn't see Niall crying...
I didn't know Wilma was going to be pregnant...
I didn't pay attention on the traffic...
I didn't recognize that car which was only a few meters in front of me...
I didn't recognize that it was coming closer and closer...
SEQUEL♥ --->
Her mobile vibrates and I can see she changed her background. There's no picture of me anymore. It's a picture of one of Wilma's brothers.
Now I'm sure she never really liked me. Well yes of course we're best friends now but it looks like we'll never be more than friends because she doesn't like me the way I like her. She's probably asleep by now so I decide to go to a club and drink something. Even though I know it's not a good idea getting drunk just feels right at the moment. I drink even more than the last night when I was at the bar with Annika.
Suddenly a girl appears next to me and smiles: "Aren't you Niall Horan from One Direction?" I nod my head: "Yes! That's me, babe!", I yell at her and she giggles. "Do you want to play a game with us?", she asks now kind of shyly. "Sure! Why not?", I reply putting my arm around her -also because it was hard to walk straight forward without help- and follow her.
The girl explains that it's a card game. I just sit down and watch them how they play it for the first round. I don't really get the rules -this game probably doesn't even have any- but they randomly whistle after a while and someone has to take of a piece of clothing. Then the second round starts. The people who lost most of their clothes down a shot. weird! who the hell invented this?!
But again... I didn't care!
I sit down besides that girl and take my cards. We start playing and I don't really realize it but it doesn't take a long time till I'm just in my boxershorts. However, I get a little distracted by the girl sitting next to me. "You're really good at that game, boy!", she says giggeling. "Am I?!", I ask confused, looking down at my nearly-naked self. She shakes her head, laughing: "Nope! No, if you'd be good, you'd still have clothes!" I nod my head and laugh out loud. "Well at least you don't have to embarassed. I mean... you're pretty handsome...", she explains and leans in. I want to lean in as well but then I stop, thinking about Annika. "I'm sorry! But I can't do this!", I say and my eyes fill with tears.
Even though I know she doesn't like me the way I like her. I leave the club and I can feel the people stare at me. The only thing I -want to- do is running. I leave the club behind me, the tears streaming down my face. I don't stop running even though it's freezing cold outside and I'm just in my underwear.
Yes, I left my clothes at that club.
Yes, I was that stupid but,
hell, am I drunk!
And yes, it's freaking cold outside,
but the alcohol makes me think it's actually warm. I keep running till I see some people, a few 100meters away from me, with cameras in their hands.
"That's Niall Horan, isn't it?!", one of them screams. "Yes, it is!", I yell. They see the tears in my eyes and on my cheeks and they can tell I'm drunk because of my awkward yelling. They take pictures and one of them even has a videocamera. "What are you doing?" "And why are you half-naked?" "Was it a bet?" I shake my head: "No! I just realized that I found my princess... and that I actually already lost her again...", I say. Another teardrop.
"What? You found your princess?" Nodding. "What's her name?" "Annika!", I reply and the alcohol even makes me say her last name and her twitter name as well. "But why did you lose her?" Well... that's a good question. I don't even know it. I never told her I'm on love with her and she never told me she doesn't love me back. I don't answer the question I just... puke on the ground and then run away again.
Falling asleep on a bench somewhere in a park, I don't even know.
Of course the pictures are in all the newspapers the next day. The videos are all over the internet. TVshows show them as well. People tweet things about it. They start TTs.
But I can't remember anything.
Just one: I lost my princess!...
Annika's P.O.V.
The next morning I wake up pretty early. I go to the bathroom, take a shower and get ready. When I leave the room Harry's standing in front of it. "Hey Harry! How are you doing?", I ask smiling. "Reeeaaaally good!", he says with a wink. I giggle: "Wow. Did something awesome happen yesterday night?" "Yes! Definitely!", he seems to be the luckiest guy in the world at the moment.
"I heard that you and Niall had a twitcam last night!?", he laughs a little and I nod my head: "Yes, that's right! It was a lot of fun!" "I can imagine that! I read someone's tweet saying you looked a bit like me!?"
Did I?! I think back to what i wore yesterday. I dark blue knitted-wool pullover and my black sweatpants. I even had kind of curly hair because Wilma said curls would look nice on me and curled my hair for the show yesterday.
I giggle: "Dammit! My actual plan was to look like Liam...!" Harry raises his eyebrow. "Well you know... Niam Horayne all the way!...", I explain winking and he bursts out laughing. "Whatever you say, sweetheart!", he replies and then just walks off. Then I just stand there awkwardly when Liam suddenly walks by.
"Have you seen Niall yet?" I shake my head: "Nope! Not since our twitcam yesterday." His jaw drops: "You did a twitcam... without me!?" I don't know if he's being serious or not so I just keep my mouth shut. "I like you, silly!", he says laughing, messes up my hair and walks off as well. "Whatever!", I mumble and turn the TV on.
Ads! Oh how I hate that shit! I switch and see something that catches my attention and makes my eyes widen. It's Niall! Niall freaking Horan is on TV! Just in his goddamn boxers! "What are you doing?", the paparazzi ask. I don't even listen to what he says. Oh well no! I lied. I do listen to what he says but just a little tiny bit as the pictures already shock me too much. "-my princess-", he says/yells, drunk as hell. But then he says my name. And my last name. And for some -stupid- reason he also mentions my twitter.
I get my phone out of my pocket in total shock and check my twitter. I got about a thousand new mentions and stuff like that. I read some of the tweets. Most of them are full of hate. "He called you his princess and you dumped him!? How dare you?!" "I'm glad Niall's still single but I'd want to kill that bitch for hurting him!" And these were just some of the tweets. Why did he even say that?, I ask myself. Was it a bet? Was it the alcohol?
That's when hungover Nialler enters the house. Everything seems to be too bright. Too loud. Too fast. But mostly too real for him. He walks up to me with an 'ugh!' and then he falls on the couch in front of me. I stare at him angrily, my hands on my waist. "S'up?", he asks, his hands nearly covering his eye because the sun is obviously blinding him.
"How dare you?", I scream and chuck the newspaper at him. He looks confused, then reads the articles but he doesn't say anything and I can't figure out what he wants to say with the impression upon his face. "Why did you do this? Why did you lie so horribly? Why did you tell them that? They believe you! It's everywhere now! Newspapers! Magazines! Internet! TV! Twitter!! Your fans hate me! They tweeted me hate messages! They blocked me! They care about you but they hate me for hurting you because you dumbass said I'd be your goddamn princess! " I stop because I've got to breathe. He still doesn't say anything.
"Thanks for ruining my life, you stupid liar!", and with these words I run up to my room and pack some of my things and leave.
Because at this very moment...
I didn't think about the fact that drunk people always tell the truth...
I didn't see Niall crying...
I didn't know Wilma was going to be pregnant...
I didn't pay attention on the traffic...
I didn't recognize that car which was only a few meters in front of me...
I didn't recognize that it was coming closer and closer...
SEQUEL♥ --->