Drama
Chapter 20: Sparks Fly
Leila's P.O.V.
I slide open the patio door to see beautiful colors spreading across the sky. Looking down at the ground, I spot a bright, orange fire flickering about 20 feet from me. I see a patio swing stationed around it with a tuft of blonde hair visibly seen from the dark figure swaying on it. Smiling, I step down onto the concrete patio and into the green grass, moving towards the blazing hot fire.
“Niall, this…this is amazing,” I announce, reaching the campfire and sitting down on the swing next to Niall. He immediately puts his arm around me and I scoot closer to him, embracing his body heat.
“I knew you’d enjoy this,” he calmly says, stroking my arm with his fingers.
“I still can’t believe this,” I sigh, my mind swimming with events.
“Believe what?” Niall questions.
“Everything,” I answer. “Everything from my dream coming true to Spencer to you.”
“Well, from what I’ve seen these past couple of weeks, you’re insanely talented, Leila,” Niall begins. “I’m surprised it took you this long to get your big break. At the same time, though, I’m glad you waited because I’ve seen so many young stars get pulled into the fame and it changes them. Fame is hard to deal with, and growing up with it is a difficult challenge.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen a lot of people like that, too,” I admit, remembering some that I used to look up to until the attention got to them.
“Anyways, your dream was bound to come true soon. I just keep watching you up there and every time I’m blown away by how amazing you are.”
“Stop saying that! You’ve said that so many times,” I say, blushing a little.
“And I’m going to keep saying that until you believe it,” he quietly points out.
I don’t deny that I’m not talented enough to make it to this point in my life, but he is partially right; I don’t feel like I belong here. Not yet, anyways. Or is it the environment I’m in?
“Niall, what are we going to do about Spencer?” I ask, the question finally coming out. I’ve been wanting to ask him this question for a while.
He takes a deep breath before answering, understanding this topic was going to pop up soon.
“Well, we can’t exactly do anything about it,” he starts. Not the response I intended.
“Why not?”
“No one’s going to listen to us. Spencer’s got them all wrapped around her finger, believing every lie she tells. Alexa and Max are the only ones who will, but us four against all of them? We don’t stand a chance.”
“What do you mean?”
“Remember when I told you the story of how Spencer and I met? She can have us kicked off the set for doing anything mean to her. I still remember when she fired a costume designer because he didn’t pick out the outfit she wanted to wear. It was horrible; there was chaos everywhere,” Niall explains.
“Oh, my God, really?” I exclaim.
“Yeah. She kept screaming at him and he apologized but she obviously wouldn’t listen and had him fired. She told her ‘daddy’ that the outfit he had picked out was horrifying and didn’t look good on her at all, when I saw her in it the day before and it looked fine. I mean, yeah, it probably wasn’t her style, but you don’t need to fire the poor guy! She just goes to extremes to make boring moments interesting for her and get her way.”
“Now I’m even more scared of her,” I admit, thinking of all the ways she could fire me because I got what she wanted.
“Don’t worry, I’m here,” Niall replies, squeezing me into a hug.
“First of all, you’re going to be gone for a week. Think of all she could do to me during that!” I say. “And second, that’s the reason why she could kick me out.”
“You also have Max and Alexa, I doubt she would do anything way out of proportion. And just because I picked you instead of her is the reason behind all of this?”
“She explained her whole plan to Alexa and me in the dressing room a while ago,” I begin. I inhale a deep breath before unfolding the truth.
“I know I’m stating the obvious, but she wants you. But why would she want you now if you’ve known and hated each other for half of your lives? Think about it! She tried to kick you out of the studio about a year ago, only a year! And all of a sudden, you come back after a year of becoming borderline famous, and she wants you. Niall, she only wants to date you for the fame.”
“But isn’t that what she said about you?” he asks.
“Okay, first of all, I thought you didn’t believe that rumor. If that were true, why would I be here pouring out my life story to you? And second, Spencer wanted to tear me down to get to you,” I explain.
“I am such an idiot,” Niall claims, slapping his forehead with his free hand.
“Yeah, you are,” I playfully say, “but you’re my idiot.”
“And that is completely true. I will always be yours,” he announces.
“Positive?” I ask, sitting up to look at him in the eyes.
“Absolutely positive,” he answers, grinning at me.
His warm hand moves up and gracefully strokes my face, bringing me in closer to him. My heart is beating faster and faster as our other hands find each other and link together. Our eyes are locked together, completely mesmerized. Every time I’m with him, I feel like I’m in a trance, some sort of heaven. All of this drama happening backstage is somewhere else, not even in the back of my mind. It’s just me and Niall, Niall and I. Nothing else matters when I’m with him, and I couldn’t have asked for more. Why would you want more when everything is perfect already?
After staring at each other for what feels like eternity, I can’t take it anymore. I lean in and place my lips on his, causing him to fall back on the swing, me on top of him. It takes me several seconds before I’m satisfied (for now) and sit back up. As he comes back up, too, his face is glowing from the dimly lit fire, which we both realize needs more wood. He gets up and grabs two more logs of wood and feeds it to the fire. The flames are quick to lick at them and soon, the fire crackles under the moonlight, sending sparks up to the sky.
Niall settles himself back on the swing and I instantly cuddle back up to him, the warmth of his body exciting mine as I notice I missed him right next to me even for the few seconds he was up to grab more wood.
All of this that happened today makes me comprehend something. Even though it’s only been two weeks that we’ve been together, he’s been the best thing that’s happened to me.
“Niall?” I ask quietly.
“Hmm?” he responds, keeping it quiet.
“I-I love you,” I say, finally having the courage to say it. He becomes silent for a few seconds and my mind suddenly goes into freak out mode.
“I love you too, Leila,” he responds, giving me a tight squeeze. My heart flutters and I can feel the sparks between us, literally visible from the crackling fire.
We stay like this for a while, not speaking, not moving, no music, nothing; just us, our thoughts, and nature. This night is a perfect getaway that I really needed, glad that I have the perfect guy to spend it with. Who could ask for anything more?
A flash of lighting from the sky interrupts my thoughts. I stare at the fire and it is almost out, the hot, glowing coals still smoldering. Thunder rumbles in the distance and I look over at Niall, who looks so comfortable and relaxed. I hate to do this, but we need to get inside before it pours.
“Niall,” I whisper, nudging him slightly with my elbow as I sit up from our cuddle.
“Hmm?” he answers back, his eyes slowly opening.
“We should go inside, it’s about to storm,” I reply, yawning and stretching.
A bright streak of lighting bursts across the sky, thunder following it shortly after. I jump at this one, realizing that the storm is approaching us, fast.
Niall bolts upright and understands, taking my hand and standing up. We race inside and enter the patio door just in time for the rain to pour down onto the nature below. I stay by the door for a few seconds, watching the storm arise in the outdoor world. I don’t stand there for long as Niall pulls my body to the living room, dragging me onto the couch with him. He sits down and lays my legs across him, the rest of my body being supported by the couch and the surrounding matching pillows. Niall throws a blanket over us, not saying a word. We listen to the storm for a bit before Niall turns on the TV.
“What are we watching?” I ask, yawning in the process.
“I don’t know, whatever looks good,” Niall replies, flipping through the channels.
“I’m guessing I’m not going home tonight, am I?” I point out, getting comfortable on the couch.
“Nope, I’ve got you all to myself tonight,” he responds, smiling at me. I grin back at him and turn my head to the TV, focusing on what’s playing, but with how comfortable I’m laying and how relaxed my body is, my eyes start to close, leaving the illusion of the scene on the TV in my mind.
I slide open the patio door to see beautiful colors spreading across the sky. Looking down at the ground, I spot a bright, orange fire flickering about 20 feet from me. I see a patio swing stationed around it with a tuft of blonde hair visibly seen from the dark figure swaying on it. Smiling, I step down onto the concrete patio and into the green grass, moving towards the blazing hot fire.
“Niall, this…this is amazing,” I announce, reaching the campfire and sitting down on the swing next to Niall. He immediately puts his arm around me and I scoot closer to him, embracing his body heat.
“I knew you’d enjoy this,” he calmly says, stroking my arm with his fingers.
“I still can’t believe this,” I sigh, my mind swimming with events.
“Believe what?” Niall questions.
“Everything,” I answer. “Everything from my dream coming true to Spencer to you.”
“Well, from what I’ve seen these past couple of weeks, you’re insanely talented, Leila,” Niall begins. “I’m surprised it took you this long to get your big break. At the same time, though, I’m glad you waited because I’ve seen so many young stars get pulled into the fame and it changes them. Fame is hard to deal with, and growing up with it is a difficult challenge.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen a lot of people like that, too,” I admit, remembering some that I used to look up to until the attention got to them.
“Anyways, your dream was bound to come true soon. I just keep watching you up there and every time I’m blown away by how amazing you are.”
“Stop saying that! You’ve said that so many times,” I say, blushing a little.
“And I’m going to keep saying that until you believe it,” he quietly points out.
I don’t deny that I’m not talented enough to make it to this point in my life, but he is partially right; I don’t feel like I belong here. Not yet, anyways. Or is it the environment I’m in?
“Niall, what are we going to do about Spencer?” I ask, the question finally coming out. I’ve been wanting to ask him this question for a while.
He takes a deep breath before answering, understanding this topic was going to pop up soon.
“Well, we can’t exactly do anything about it,” he starts. Not the response I intended.
“Why not?”
“No one’s going to listen to us. Spencer’s got them all wrapped around her finger, believing every lie she tells. Alexa and Max are the only ones who will, but us four against all of them? We don’t stand a chance.”
“What do you mean?”
“Remember when I told you the story of how Spencer and I met? She can have us kicked off the set for doing anything mean to her. I still remember when she fired a costume designer because he didn’t pick out the outfit she wanted to wear. It was horrible; there was chaos everywhere,” Niall explains.
“Oh, my God, really?” I exclaim.
“Yeah. She kept screaming at him and he apologized but she obviously wouldn’t listen and had him fired. She told her ‘daddy’ that the outfit he had picked out was horrifying and didn’t look good on her at all, when I saw her in it the day before and it looked fine. I mean, yeah, it probably wasn’t her style, but you don’t need to fire the poor guy! She just goes to extremes to make boring moments interesting for her and get her way.”
“Now I’m even more scared of her,” I admit, thinking of all the ways she could fire me because I got what she wanted.
“Don’t worry, I’m here,” Niall replies, squeezing me into a hug.
“First of all, you’re going to be gone for a week. Think of all she could do to me during that!” I say. “And second, that’s the reason why she could kick me out.”
“You also have Max and Alexa, I doubt she would do anything way out of proportion. And just because I picked you instead of her is the reason behind all of this?”
“She explained her whole plan to Alexa and me in the dressing room a while ago,” I begin. I inhale a deep breath before unfolding the truth.
“I know I’m stating the obvious, but she wants you. But why would she want you now if you’ve known and hated each other for half of your lives? Think about it! She tried to kick you out of the studio about a year ago, only a year! And all of a sudden, you come back after a year of becoming borderline famous, and she wants you. Niall, she only wants to date you for the fame.”
“But isn’t that what she said about you?” he asks.
“Okay, first of all, I thought you didn’t believe that rumor. If that were true, why would I be here pouring out my life story to you? And second, Spencer wanted to tear me down to get to you,” I explain.
“I am such an idiot,” Niall claims, slapping his forehead with his free hand.
“Yeah, you are,” I playfully say, “but you’re my idiot.”
“And that is completely true. I will always be yours,” he announces.
“Positive?” I ask, sitting up to look at him in the eyes.
“Absolutely positive,” he answers, grinning at me.
His warm hand moves up and gracefully strokes my face, bringing me in closer to him. My heart is beating faster and faster as our other hands find each other and link together. Our eyes are locked together, completely mesmerized. Every time I’m with him, I feel like I’m in a trance, some sort of heaven. All of this drama happening backstage is somewhere else, not even in the back of my mind. It’s just me and Niall, Niall and I. Nothing else matters when I’m with him, and I couldn’t have asked for more. Why would you want more when everything is perfect already?
After staring at each other for what feels like eternity, I can’t take it anymore. I lean in and place my lips on his, causing him to fall back on the swing, me on top of him. It takes me several seconds before I’m satisfied (for now) and sit back up. As he comes back up, too, his face is glowing from the dimly lit fire, which we both realize needs more wood. He gets up and grabs two more logs of wood and feeds it to the fire. The flames are quick to lick at them and soon, the fire crackles under the moonlight, sending sparks up to the sky.
Niall settles himself back on the swing and I instantly cuddle back up to him, the warmth of his body exciting mine as I notice I missed him right next to me even for the few seconds he was up to grab more wood.
All of this that happened today makes me comprehend something. Even though it’s only been two weeks that we’ve been together, he’s been the best thing that’s happened to me.
“Niall?” I ask quietly.
“Hmm?” he responds, keeping it quiet.
“I-I love you,” I say, finally having the courage to say it. He becomes silent for a few seconds and my mind suddenly goes into freak out mode.
“I love you too, Leila,” he responds, giving me a tight squeeze. My heart flutters and I can feel the sparks between us, literally visible from the crackling fire.
We stay like this for a while, not speaking, not moving, no music, nothing; just us, our thoughts, and nature. This night is a perfect getaway that I really needed, glad that I have the perfect guy to spend it with. Who could ask for anything more?
A flash of lighting from the sky interrupts my thoughts. I stare at the fire and it is almost out, the hot, glowing coals still smoldering. Thunder rumbles in the distance and I look over at Niall, who looks so comfortable and relaxed. I hate to do this, but we need to get inside before it pours.
“Niall,” I whisper, nudging him slightly with my elbow as I sit up from our cuddle.
“Hmm?” he answers back, his eyes slowly opening.
“We should go inside, it’s about to storm,” I reply, yawning and stretching.
A bright streak of lighting bursts across the sky, thunder following it shortly after. I jump at this one, realizing that the storm is approaching us, fast.
Niall bolts upright and understands, taking my hand and standing up. We race inside and enter the patio door just in time for the rain to pour down onto the nature below. I stay by the door for a few seconds, watching the storm arise in the outdoor world. I don’t stand there for long as Niall pulls my body to the living room, dragging me onto the couch with him. He sits down and lays my legs across him, the rest of my body being supported by the couch and the surrounding matching pillows. Niall throws a blanket over us, not saying a word. We listen to the storm for a bit before Niall turns on the TV.
“What are we watching?” I ask, yawning in the process.
“I don’t know, whatever looks good,” Niall replies, flipping through the channels.
“I’m guessing I’m not going home tonight, am I?” I point out, getting comfortable on the couch.
“Nope, I’ve got you all to myself tonight,” he responds, smiling at me. I grin back at him and turn my head to the TV, focusing on what’s playing, but with how comfortable I’m laying and how relaxed my body is, my eyes start to close, leaving the illusion of the scene on the TV in my mind.
Notes
Hey guys! So I've updated all of my prewritten chapters, so I'm not sure if I'll continue updating every Wednesday and Sunday, considering I have a lot of activities going on right now. I will try to write and keep it updated, but sometimes I might not be able to. So, if you have a Twitter, I would suggest for you to please follow the official Twitter for this fanfic: @Drama_1Dfanfic for updates on that because it's a lot easier to post in that instead of writing an "updated chapter" explaining how I couldn't get the chapter updated. Don't worry, I will follow you back :)Rachel :)
Make a Sequel please.
9/13/14