Niall Horan;

I woke up around five in the afternoon hungry and still a tad sleep deprived but as I wanted to get a regular sleeping schedule underway, I decided against sleeping longer and rather grabbed my laptop to look for any last minute must-go places that I might've missed when planning my trip. Whilst doing this, I turned on the television and sipped on some tea.

However, that plan fell through since I remembered a little detail about myself. I was not a good multi-tasker. My eyes drift away from the bright screen toward the television where some sitcom that I was not familiar with was playing, eyes focusing on an actress that reminded me of the snappy girl I had met on the corner.

It was silly of me, and a tad creepy, but she was in my dream. Granted, it was more of reliving rather than a dream but I just kept replaying our talk (if you could even call it that) and how her voice had given me chills.

Oh, look, she's on my mind once again.

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The next day was planned specifically for sightseeing; going to as many eye-catching places in L.A. as possible before coming back to the hotel around six or seven to relax. (And by relaxing I mean either scrolling through the internet, which varies between YouTube and online shopping, or taking advantage of my Netflix account by watching my favourite films and shows.)

Normally, I was a go-with-the-flow type of lad but for the first month of my stay here in the states, I had other ideas. To make sure I wouldn't miss out on anything I'd regret later, I planned the first month to a tee with many places to go and things to do. It assured me, in a way, having a plan.

However, those plans kind of became a little harder to hold onto when I came to the hotel at three in the afternoon because just as I was heading to a late lunch I realised I forgot my wallet at the hotel, I spotted a brunette that I had informally met and kept thinking of yesterday. She stood in the same spot, adorned in a loose peach top and light skinnies - my pace slowed before joining the crowd surrounding her.

"We never stood a chance out there, shooting love in real-time so we'll take it over ice tonight with a little salt and a little lime." I couldn't help but squeeze myself to the front, ignoring the grunts of annoyance as I immersed myself into the rest of her performance.

It intrigued me, really, how performers choose their music. I know when I was completely obsessed with Justin Bieber that was one of the main things that ran through my head: What made them sing this song? Because there is a major difference between a singer and a performer; singers merely sing the notes off a page whilst performers put in the feeling - they put in the spirit that just migrates to those listening, they feel what the performer is feeling.

Which is exactly what was happening as she performed and though she was only armed with her guitar and her voice, she was powerful.

"You're just a daydream away; I wouldn't know what to say if I had you, and I'll keep you a daydream away just watch from a safe place so I never have to lose." Her eyes were already shut when I approached her but as she sang those lyrics, her eyebrows furrowed. They opened and meet my own as she sang the last line, after her guitar was silenced. "You're just a daydream away; I wouldn't know what to say if I had you."

Applause followed right after, and usually I was one to show amazement through a simple slap of a hand but I was too stunned by her performance - by her gaze - to do such a thing. It was quite obvious of her connection with this song, and if I heard right, her voice was a bit shaky and not from a vibrato.

After everyone gave their compliments or money, the crowd slowly dwindled down and she finally removed her eyes from mine. She sighs, putting her guitar in the case, "What are you doing here, blondie?"

"I thought we had this conversation before?" I smile cheekily, "The name's Niall."

"And once more, I didn't ask," she snaps at the same time she shuts her guitar case. She locks it before lifting it up with the handle.

"I am asking for your name though?" Not to sound vain or anything but though I was a persistent little bugger, I often got the compliment of being adorable and smooth. So I clasped my hands behind my back and tilted my head towards her with an easy smile sliding onto my lips.

She looks over my stance with a raised brow.

"You checked me out, not you have to tell me your name," I push even more, now with a toothy grin.

"If I tell you my name will you leave me the f*ck alone?" I unclasped my hands and nod eagerly.

She rolls her eyes. "Piper."

"Surname?"

"Maybe another time, blondie." She winks at me before turning around and walking in the same direction she did yesterday. This time I didn't chase after her.

Piper. What a lovely name, I thought with a smile before turning myself and walking in the direction of the hotel. Piper was an interesting character indeed, kind of reminded me of the sassy Niall I tried to be in my younger years but unlike my old self, she actually made it work.

As any other person, I compared her not only to myself but viewed her as a character from a story.

I've only ever told my elder sibling Greg of this strange habit of mine, where every person I meet or just see passing by is added to my story. "The story of my life; "The Story of Niall", as I had liked to call it before Greg called it dumb as f*ck.) And like any other story, you have to figure out the characters such as their past, their habits, their quirks, their likes and dislikes, their personality - their everything. And then I figure out whether or not this new character to my story will have some impact to the plot.

The plot, however, is uncertain.

I had a strange mind and sometimes I even questioned my sanity because of it but now I view it as something quite interesting. It makes me an intriguing protagonist, even more so as I continue thinking this over.

Piper is out of my sight.

When I make it into my hotel room and search for my wallet I decide that despite Piper's aura of disliking me, I wanted to figure out her character and I wanted to know just exactly her impact on my plot line would be. And for some reason, I have a feeling that the songs she sings on that street corner will get me on the right track.

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