Stole My Heart

I followed Niall down to his dressing room. I wanted to ask him what was wrong. He didn't say anything on the way down and I wondered if I had done something to upset him. He walked quickly, like he was trying to avoid talking to me. I didn't recall doing anything wrong, but then again, the whole day just went by so fast.

Niall was already changed into a pair of jeans when I entered his dressing room. I sat down on the couch without a word and waited for him to finish changing. He was probably walking around for ten minutes without a shirt on,.(not that I minded) trying to figure out what he did with his other one. I'm pretty sure he caught me staring at him a couple of times, but every time I caught his eye he just looked away quickly.

He finally put on his black V-neck and then started packing up his guitars. After he had finished he began heading for the door. I jumped up and stood in between Niall and the door, one hand on the knob and one hand taking his. He still wouldn't look at me.

"Niall," I said gently, "what's wrong?"

He glanced at me for a heartbeat and looked into my eyes. I could see hurt in them. I led him over to the couch and made him sit down next to me.

"Niall," I said, taking his other hand. "did I do something to upset you? If I did I am so sorry."

"No, it's okay, I really don't feel like talking about it." he said a bit dejectedly. He still wouldn't look at me.

I put my hand on his cheek to get him to look at me and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it? Did I do something to agitate you?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"No... it wasn't you...it's nothing..." he said.

He sounded unsure and I wanted to comfort him so I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. The sparkle instantly returned to his eyes.

"Promise?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Promise." he said reassuringly with a huge smile that could light up the room.

"Good. But if you want to talk just let me know." I said getting up.

"Laurel?" he asked, his hand still in mine, "Do you like Luke?" He sounded curious but something in his voice told me he didn't want to know the answer.

"Yeah, I mean he's sweet, funny, talented... I'm glad we're friends."

"Friends?" he asked hopefully.

"Yeah, just friends." I replied. His eyes lit up and I could guess what was bothering him.

Niall stood up and stretched, "Better now!" he said sounding more like his old self, Irish accent and all.

"Let's go." I said grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door, "The others are probably waiting for us."

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