...A COUPLE WEEKS LATER…

Niall’s P.O.V.

I pulled on some jeans and as I was finding a T-shirt, my phone rang. I answered it hastily, as Brielle was still sleeping.

“What?” I asked.

“Hey mate, it’s Zayn,” Zayn said.

“Oh hey,” I said, switching my phone to my other ear. “What’s up?”

“Its vas happenin,” Zayn corrected.

“It’s 2014,” I retorted.

Zayn laughed. “I know, I just wanted to say it.”

“You know if the fans heard you say that, they wouldn’t let you hear the end of it,” I said.

It was quiet for a while.

“So, we have to go to the studio today,” Zayn said.

“Okay,” I said. “Recording some new songs?”

“Writing, I think,” Zayn said. “See you there?”

“Yeah, I’m getting ready now,” I answered. “Bye.”

“Bye,” Zayn hung up.

I pulled on my T-shirt and grabbed a snapback to cover my messy hair. I found a slip of paper and scribbled a note on it, leaving it where I know Brielle will find it before running out the door.

Brielle’s P.O.V.

I stretched and moaned as I opened my eyes slowly.  Light streamed in my window, making me scrunch my eyes together.  I counted to five before opening them again.  The light was now bearable so I got out of bed. I walked to the kitchen, my hunger making me look for some food.

I saw a note and grabbed it, seeing as I couldn’t find Niall anywhere.

Hey Bri, I got called down to the studio; I’ll be home around two. Love you! –Niall.

I smiled at his note. Niall had been telling me he loved me every day since that day when he first told me. He didn’t expect me to say it back, but he said it anyway, to let me know how he felt.  I was trying to figure out if I did love him, so I could answer him when he said it.

I took the note and an apple and went back to our room. I dug out my diary and put the note in between a couple pages. I’d kept every note that Niall had ever left me.  I smiled as I found one.

You’re so cute when you’re sleeping. I’ll be gone when you wake up, interview today. Love you babe, see you soon. –Niall

I remember that one. It was the first time Niall had left when I was sleeping, so I had a mini-panic attack when he wasn’t in the house. Luckily, I saw this paper before I called him, which would have been awkward since he was in the middle of an interview. I read another one.

You’re beautiful, don’t put on the makeup. You know how I don’t like it. Love you. –Niall

This one I liked the most. Niall had put it on the bathroom mirror when I was in the shower getting ready to go to work. He hated that I wore makeup, so he kept telling me to stop wearing it. I’d found myself wearing less and less, but I still wore makeup when I went out, just not as much when I was at home.

Hey babe, sorry to leave you home alone again, but Simon wants to talk to us about the new tour, I’ll see you later. Don’t miss me too much ;) love ya. –Niall

This was one of the longer ones. Niall usually just left me small notes, telling me where he was. I never told him, but I really liked his notes. He never mentioned them, but I think that he knows that I keep them.  I read a few more, all of them making me smile.

Love ya babe! I just love saying that. Love you, love you, love you, I love you! –Niall

How’s my beautiful girlfriend? I’m at the studio, thinking of you. I’ll be home soon, love you. –Niall

See you at four babe, working again L  but I’ll be home to cuddle! –Niall

  I put the notes away and finished eating my apple. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost eleven. I had to work at noon today, so I quickly jumped in the shower. I came out smelling like Niall’s shampoo. I knew he loved it when I used it. I threw on some skinny jeans and a T-shirt.

Grabbing my guitar, I raced out the door. I walked into Starbucks and some people cheered when they saw me. I smiled and managed a wave while carrying my guitar case. I set up and waved at the crowd once I was ready.

“Hi guys, today I’ll be singing a bunch of songs by my favorite bands,” I said into the mic. “First is Breakeven by the Script.”

“Still alive but I’m barely breathing,” I sang. “Just prayed to a god that I don’t believe in.”

Everyone clapped when I was done. That one was an old favorite. I loved it.

“Thank you so much,” I said, attempting a little bow while holding my guitar. “Next is Viva la Vida by Coldplay.”

I sang that one, then a bunch more by the Script and The Fray and Coldplay. When I was done, I waved and packed up my things.

The store manager, Scott, came up to me. “Here you go Brielle,” he handed me my paycheck.

“Thanks,” I said, straightening up and brushing the hair out of my eyes before taking it.

“You did really well today,” Scott said, looking at me.

“Thank you,” I said modestly. “I really just sing the songs I love. It’s not even work for me.”

“Have you ever thought about singing some more modern songs?” Scott asked.

“Modern songs?” I frowned. “I do sing modern songs.”

“I mean like songs from popular artists now,” Scott pressed. “Like maybe Talk Dirty to Me?”

“Talk Dirty To Me?” I said slowly.

“If you say so,” Scott winked and started coming closer to me.

Even though I was freaked out, he was smart in the way that he played that. I put a hand up to stop him.

“Scott, I’m flattered, but I have a boyfriend,” I said.

“So?” Scott said, still trying to get closer to me.

“I’m not single,” I said slowly. “You can’t ask me out or kiss me or do anything else to me.”

“He won’t know,” Scott pressed.

“I’m not going to cheat on my boyfriend,” I said angrily. “And if you think I will, you have another think coming. Now if you will excuse me, I have to go home to my BOYFRIEND.”

Scott watched me walk out of the shop sulkily before going back to work. I shook my head and sighed, blowing the hair out of my face.  Instead of walking home like usual, I decided to take the bus. I found a bus stop and sat down, setting down my guitar.

“You play?” a guy asked, sitting next to me.

“Yeah,” I answered then twiddled my thumbs, waiting for the bus to come.

“That’s cool,” the guy said. “I’m Billy.”

“Hi,” I said, just to be polite. “I’m Brielle.”

“That’s a pretty name,” he said, in a suggestive tone.

“It’s French,” I said, starting to get uncomfortable.”All French words sound pretty.”

“Still,” he pressed. “I like it.”

“Thank you,” I said, looking for the bus.

“So do you think you could teach me how to play guitar?” Billy asked.

“Um, actually, I’m pretty busy,” I said.

“Come on,” Billy smiled and put a hand on my knee.

I don’t think so. “I have a boyfriend,” I said flatly.

Billy immediately backed off. “I’m sorry, I just…”

“Wanted to get some,” I said coldly. “Go to a club for that. Not a bus stop.”

Just then, the bus came. I have never been so glad for public transportation.  I almost ran onto the bus. I managed to get home without anymore incidents, so when I finally got to the safety of my house, I sighed in relief.

“Bad day?” Niall asked.

I didn’t realize he would be home, so I went a little overboard. “Thank God you’re home!”

I ran to him and kissed him. Niall responded, holding me in his arms. I didn’t want to let go. After my crappy day, it felt good to be able to come home and hug Niall, knowing that he wasn’t about to disappear. I tilted my head to kiss him better, and Niall picked me up. He carried me to the living room and dropped me on the couch. I pulled back to breathe.

“Miss me?” Niall mumbled between kisses.

“Yes,” I breathed, kissing him again.

Niall pulled back. “So you had a bad day?”

“Sing a sad song just to turn it around!” I sang. “But, yeah, I did.”

“What happened?” Niall asked, facing me.

“Two guys flirted with me and both tried to get me to come home with them,” I said.

Niall’s eyes turned dark with rage. ‘What are their names and where do they live?” he asked.

I laughed. “I didn’t do anything with them. I told them I had a boyfriend, and more or less they backed down.”

“More or less?” Niall growled.

“As much as I love the jealous boyfriend look on you,” I teased. “Nothing happened. I’m just happy to be here and cuddle with you.”

Niall calmed down a little. “Good,” he said.

He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his face in my shoulder. I giggled as he blew air onto it.

“That tickles,” I said, pushing him away.

“Oh?” Niall said, raising an eyebrow. “You want to be tickled?”

“No!” I quickly tried to get away but Niall’s arms held me tight.

I struggled pointlessly before collapsing into his arms, panting.

“I’m so out of shape,” I sighed.

Niall grinned. “Yes, you are.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “And you’re in better shape.”

Niall puffed out his chest. “Yes I am.”

I started laughing. Niall stare at me indignantly. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“There is no way you’re in better shape than I am,” I said.

Niall narrowed his eyes before picking me up and dropping me on the floor.  I grunted as my hip thudded against the ground.

“What was that for?” I complained, rubbing my hip.

“I’m going to prove to you that I am in better shape than you,” Niall said, lowering his body so he was hovering over me.

“What are you-” I was cut off as Niall pecked my lips then pushed himself up again.

“Are we really doing this?” I asked skeptically. “Push-ups over me?”

“Yup,” Niall said, coming down and pecking me again.

“How is this proving you’re in better shape than me?”  I asked.

“I don’t know,” Niall said. “But it proves that I can do pushups and I get rewarded for everyone I do.”

Just then, the doorbell rang.

“Get off of me, you freak,” I said and pushed him off me.

I walked to the door and opened it. “Can I help you?”

There were two police officers standing there. I involuntarily tensed. I didn’t trust the law.

“Brielle Williams?” one asked.

I nodded warily. Niall came to stand next to me. “Can I help you officers?” he asked.

“Brielle Williams, you’re under arrest.”

The three words echoed around my head, and they weren’t I love you. I stood stock still as the police officers came and handcuffed me. I started crying. Niall made sounds of protest and tried to stop them.

“No, please, you can’t do this to her!” he cried.

“Niall!”  I suddenly screamed, twisting free.

I only managed to get three steps in his direction before the police officers picked me up and started carrying me fireman style towards his car.

I was squirming and crying, and I couldn’t see Niall, but I could hear him crying and begging them to let me go.

“Niall!” I screamed. “Niall, don’t’ let them take me!”

Niall was half-sobbing as he yelled. “Brielle! Brielle!”

“I love you!” I yelled suddenly. “I love you so much!”

I don’t think he heard me, but I kept screaming it over and over. Finally, the police officers put me in their car and locked the door. My last glimpse of Niall was him sobbing in the front yard, desperately calling for the police officers to bring me back.

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Oh my God what just happened? Brielle just got arrested. What the actual fudge. Wacked up, right? Soooo comment what you think, and if you're scared of police officers, because they freak me out like nobody's business. Extra long chappy for you guys, hope you like it. I'll be updating CD Girl and Waiting For Superman tomorrow, hopefully, as I really want to continue those. Umm...... yeah.... that's whats happening. Please vote and comment!

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