It's You?!
Chapter 10.
*Krissy's POV*
I walked up and out of the room only to come, face to face with Greg Horan. Perfect.
"Krissy glad your awake and I can see that you can clearly walk and-" he said continuing before I cut him off.
"Yeah, could you please shut up for a second, I would like to ask you some questions. If you could please meet me... Um do you know a good place where we could met in this house?" I said asking him totally blowing my 'not caring attitude.'
"Uh, well there's the; living room, the dining room, balcony, roof, and uh.. The attic. If you don't want to head into one of the bedrooms." He said unsure of what my intentions were.
"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you. Um I think the attic is good for me." I said gesturing for him to lead the way.
When we arrived at the attic it wasn't as dusty as I had expected, Greg told me that it was because it acted as their replacement basement, since the basement apparently turned into Greg's room. And because of that there were already chairs, sofas, and tables, in their, even a television set.
"So Greg I suppose you know why your here?" I said while he settled into one of the chairs.
"…No, you kind of just told me to come here" he said.
"Well I've brought you here because, you hold information that interests me." I said, while hearing him mutter under his breathe,
"And here comes the crazy fan-girl mode."
"Excuse me. I do not fan girl, I want information on Niall James Horan and his whereabouts on this day, four years ago." I said and with that statement, Greg's eyes dilated and he seemed to grow worried.
"Um.. Let's see, he and I where on our way to school, and we soon decided to turn back, we stayed home the rest of the day." He said trying not to exploit the details, I quickly to note; both mental and written.
"Please elaborate Mr. Greg Horan" I said using my hands gesturing my meanings.
"Sigh, fine. If you want the truth, you shall have the truth, my dear journalist. Ever since he was six, Niall was head over heels for this certain girl he knew, though she never knew of him. He did what Peeta did in the Hunger Games, said by the every wise Harold Styles, like Peeta he watched from afar, even once gave her a handcrafted Valentine. And today four years ago I pushed him to confront his fears of rejection and I made him…-" he said trailing off, and I was about to make him continue when someone called his name.
"Greg, honey. Could you be a dear and make breakfast before the rest of the lads awake, Oh! And guess who just arrived and drug himself to bed." A voice sounding like his mother, he started to descend down the stairs, when I grabbed his collar and asked him this simple question.
"How did you know I wanted to be a journalist?"
"Let's say it comes up a lot in our conversations about you." He said that simple statement before disappearing from the attic outlook.
I crept down the attic's stairs and entering the room I awoke in, which was in fact Niall Horan's room, upon my entrance I found little Horan fast asleep. I gave him on quick peck to the cheek as a waver of goodbye, and I left taking Danny Lew with me, without giving another hint to anyone else where I was headed.
*Niall's POV*
When I had gotten home, it was about five to five thirty in the morning. And the first thing I did was fall onto my bed. A few minutes into my slumber, I had a dream it was about; footsteps and noises above me, there was the voice of my mother and I wasn't to sure on what she was saying and to whom, and there was this mystery damsel- she had kind expressions though I never saw her true face. She talked about a departure, and sadly my tongue was tied and I could not speak, she eventually did leave but just as she left she gave me a single kiss on the cheek, and oh did the feeling linger, it almost felt real at the moment. But that was when I awoke.
I checked the clock, 10:04 a.m., and I could smell breakfast being cooked. I leaped from my bed, realizing the surrounding of my room, clutter and a mess. Then I realized she could have slept here, I looked around the room for her, though she didn't appear to be around. I saw my former yearbooks open to pages where I was and pages where she was, on one of the yearbooks I saw the school picture, taken two grades at a time. On the particular page of that year book was me, just several days before her move.
I realized a question that had just came into my mind. Where is she now?
*3rd POV*
Little did Niall know that he wouldn't see Krissy and Danny Lew, for four more years.
I walked up and out of the room only to come, face to face with Greg Horan. Perfect.
"Krissy glad your awake and I can see that you can clearly walk and-" he said continuing before I cut him off.
"Yeah, could you please shut up for a second, I would like to ask you some questions. If you could please meet me... Um do you know a good place where we could met in this house?" I said asking him totally blowing my 'not caring attitude.'
"Uh, well there's the; living room, the dining room, balcony, roof, and uh.. The attic. If you don't want to head into one of the bedrooms." He said unsure of what my intentions were.
"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you. Um I think the attic is good for me." I said gesturing for him to lead the way.
When we arrived at the attic it wasn't as dusty as I had expected, Greg told me that it was because it acted as their replacement basement, since the basement apparently turned into Greg's room. And because of that there were already chairs, sofas, and tables, in their, even a television set.
"So Greg I suppose you know why your here?" I said while he settled into one of the chairs.
"…No, you kind of just told me to come here" he said.
"Well I've brought you here because, you hold information that interests me." I said, while hearing him mutter under his breathe,
"And here comes the crazy fan-girl mode."
"Excuse me. I do not fan girl, I want information on Niall James Horan and his whereabouts on this day, four years ago." I said and with that statement, Greg's eyes dilated and he seemed to grow worried.
"Um.. Let's see, he and I where on our way to school, and we soon decided to turn back, we stayed home the rest of the day." He said trying not to exploit the details, I quickly to note; both mental and written.
"Please elaborate Mr. Greg Horan" I said using my hands gesturing my meanings.
"Sigh, fine. If you want the truth, you shall have the truth, my dear journalist. Ever since he was six, Niall was head over heels for this certain girl he knew, though she never knew of him. He did what Peeta did in the Hunger Games, said by the every wise Harold Styles, like Peeta he watched from afar, even once gave her a handcrafted Valentine. And today four years ago I pushed him to confront his fears of rejection and I made him…-" he said trailing off, and I was about to make him continue when someone called his name.
"Greg, honey. Could you be a dear and make breakfast before the rest of the lads awake, Oh! And guess who just arrived and drug himself to bed." A voice sounding like his mother, he started to descend down the stairs, when I grabbed his collar and asked him this simple question.
"How did you know I wanted to be a journalist?"
"Let's say it comes up a lot in our conversations about you." He said that simple statement before disappearing from the attic outlook.
I crept down the attic's stairs and entering the room I awoke in, which was in fact Niall Horan's room, upon my entrance I found little Horan fast asleep. I gave him on quick peck to the cheek as a waver of goodbye, and I left taking Danny Lew with me, without giving another hint to anyone else where I was headed.
*Niall's POV*
When I had gotten home, it was about five to five thirty in the morning. And the first thing I did was fall onto my bed. A few minutes into my slumber, I had a dream it was about; footsteps and noises above me, there was the voice of my mother and I wasn't to sure on what she was saying and to whom, and there was this mystery damsel- she had kind expressions though I never saw her true face. She talked about a departure, and sadly my tongue was tied and I could not speak, she eventually did leave but just as she left she gave me a single kiss on the cheek, and oh did the feeling linger, it almost felt real at the moment. But that was when I awoke.
I checked the clock, 10:04 a.m., and I could smell breakfast being cooked. I leaped from my bed, realizing the surrounding of my room, clutter and a mess. Then I realized she could have slept here, I looked around the room for her, though she didn't appear to be around. I saw my former yearbooks open to pages where I was and pages where she was, on one of the yearbooks I saw the school picture, taken two grades at a time. On the particular page of that year book was me, just several days before her move.
I realized a question that had just came into my mind. Where is she now?
*3rd POV*
Little did Niall know that he wouldn't see Krissy and Danny Lew, for four more years.
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