You and I

It's been a hour, the lights have finally turned back on and Niall is still upset. He stopped shouting thirty minutes ago, but his face is wet with tears that continue to stream down his face.

"I can't believe he'd do this to me," he said, his voice tear-strained.

"I can only imagine what he told my parents and my little brother."

"You have a little brother?" Niall looks up at me, suddenly amused.

"Yeah. He's 17 and the best brother ever!"

"What's his name?"

"Leroy. You have a brother too, right?"

"Yes, but he's older than me. His name is Greg." Silence arrives yet again as Niall stares off into space. Suddenly, he looks at me.

"You're not all fangirly around me," he observed. "Yet, judging by the look on your face when I introduced myself, you are familiar with One Direction."

"Well I love all sorts of music so yeah, I know One Direction."

"I'm not gonna judge you or anything, but I want you to answer honestly, okay?" I nod. "Are you a big fan of us?"

"Yeah. "

"It's not obvious," he says, teasingly.

"Do you want me to fangirl?"

"You don't have to." He smiles. "In fact, I quite like it that you're not one of those fans who scream at the top of their lungs when they see one of us."

I smile back. "I am loud when I sing, though."

"Can you sing for me? Please?" He looks at me and his eyes are so happy. I roll my eyes, but give in.

"Fine, but warning: I suck." I launch into the chorus of one of my favorite songs.

And being here without you
Is like I'm waking up to
Only half a blue sky
Kinda there but not quite
I'm walking around with just one shoe
I'm half a heart without you
Half a man, at best
With half an arrow in my chest
'Cuz I miss everything we do
I'm half a heart without you.

I look at Niall whose eyes are huge. "Your singing voice sounds like Zayn's in the sense that it's powerful and beautiful."

"Naah, Zayn's voice is too pretty to be mine."

"Overly modest, aren't you?"

"Well it's not like I'm famous for my voice."

"Well you could be." He winks at me.

I blush. "Don't flatter me, Niall. It's not like I'm gonna be your girlfriend or anything. I don't really know you that well anyway."

Niall smiles, mumbling something inaudible, partly because of his Irish accent and partly because he spoke in a voice too soft for even my sensitive ears. I sigh and stand up, wondering if Lyn is really serious about me writing a song for Niall to sing. I mean, back in my days as a student, I could write my way to a passing score, but right now since I'm in my college days of Computer programming I haven't been able to sharpen my skills in writing. I wonder why on earth he had to pick me... not that I'm not honored, because I am. I'm just really worried because my family doesn't even know that I'm here.

Notes

Getting to know (and love, haha, joke XD) you.