Love Is For Losers
The Note
Niall's P.O.V
I just couldn't get her out of my head. The way the sunlight hit her gorgeous, pale face, tinting it yellow,the way she sang along to the song, not having a care in the world, but most of all, I couldn't get the picture of her amazing smile and the sound of her laugh out of my mind.
My heart sunk when she sped away. But what hurt most of all was that I made the smile disappear from her face, replaced by a look of complete and utter shock.
What I needed to do was get back to London as soon as possible. I was living Louis, Harry and Eleanor (Louis' girlfriend). I neede to get back as quickly as possible because Eleanor's cousin from Scotland was arriving today. She was going to be living with us. At first I was a bit apprehensive, because none of us had met her before apart from Eleanor. What I did know was that she and Eleanor were so close that they were like sisters rather than cousins, and also that she was very secretive. Only Eleanor knew everything about her.
Her name was Alexandra but apparently she didn't like her name so we would call her Alex. Personally, I like the name Alexandra, but oh well.
Louis has kind of met her, if you count a five minute Skype call between Eleanor and Alex that, typical Louis butt-into and started asking her all sorts of weird questions, like if she thought that sheep should be born green. Again, typical Louis!
I was starting to get really hungry ( I know, typical Nialler!) so I saw a sign for a service station in three miles so I decided to stop at it. I put my Raybands and grey beanie, just a small disguise, you can never be too careful, as Paul always says. I hopped out of my car and started walking towards the shop, when I caught a glimpse of a yellow Fiat 500. Now normaly I would just keep walking. But I started walking toward this car, just to make sure it was true.
There it was, the girl from the motorway's car. I got a piece of paper and a pen from my pocket that I always kept, just in case I need to sign autographs for fans. I quickly sribbled down my mobile phone number (I know, stupid move if she is a stranger, but I coudln't let her go that easily) and wrote a note saying, You have a lovely voice,
Call me sometime,
Niall.
I wedged the note between th windsreen wiper and the windsreen and scurried into the shop.I knew memorizing her number plate was a good idea!
I just couldn't get her out of my head. The way the sunlight hit her gorgeous, pale face, tinting it yellow,the way she sang along to the song, not having a care in the world, but most of all, I couldn't get the picture of her amazing smile and the sound of her laugh out of my mind.
My heart sunk when she sped away. But what hurt most of all was that I made the smile disappear from her face, replaced by a look of complete and utter shock.
What I needed to do was get back to London as soon as possible. I was living Louis, Harry and Eleanor (Louis' girlfriend). I neede to get back as quickly as possible because Eleanor's cousin from Scotland was arriving today. She was going to be living with us. At first I was a bit apprehensive, because none of us had met her before apart from Eleanor. What I did know was that she and Eleanor were so close that they were like sisters rather than cousins, and also that she was very secretive. Only Eleanor knew everything about her.
Her name was Alexandra but apparently she didn't like her name so we would call her Alex. Personally, I like the name Alexandra, but oh well.
Louis has kind of met her, if you count a five minute Skype call between Eleanor and Alex that, typical Louis butt-into and started asking her all sorts of weird questions, like if she thought that sheep should be born green. Again, typical Louis!
I was starting to get really hungry ( I know, typical Nialler!) so I saw a sign for a service station in three miles so I decided to stop at it. I put my Raybands and grey beanie, just a small disguise, you can never be too careful, as Paul always says. I hopped out of my car and started walking towards the shop, when I caught a glimpse of a yellow Fiat 500. Now normaly I would just keep walking. But I started walking toward this car, just to make sure it was true.
There it was, the girl from the motorway's car. I got a piece of paper and a pen from my pocket that I always kept, just in case I need to sign autographs for fans. I quickly sribbled down my mobile phone number (I know, stupid move if she is a stranger, but I coudln't let her go that easily) and wrote a note saying, You have a lovely voice,
Call me sometime,
Niall.
I wedged the note between th windsreen wiper and the windsreen and scurried into the shop.I knew memorizing her number plate was a good idea!
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7/20/13