Niall Horan;

I liked writing songs, and let me tell you – I'm damn good at writing them too. The only thing was that inspiration came rarely to me, I couldn't be inspired by the wind that whistled past my ears or the clouds that tended to block the huge star that we called the sun. I've only written two complete songs, the rest are just random lyrics that came to me, one being about the time I had gotten grounded and I wasn't allowed to access my food pantry (yes, my mum has a special cabinet of my own food) and I was very passionate about that and the other being right now – about Piper.

Sitting in the beach whilst writing it had to be the most cliché move I had made to date. But somehow, it encouraged me on to write the words that I could never say to the girl herself. I felt mad; this random street performer became much more than I had anticipated – she's on my mind the minute I wake up and before I fall into a deep slumber.

What the hell, I am mad.

Liking this girl... it seemed impossible in my head but for my heart, it thought otherwise.

Sighing, I close the notebook with my pencil still nuzzled against the wire and paper before placing it beside me. I hadn't seen Piper since Friday and I could only hope that she had uttered the truth to me, that she had indeed let me in.

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My mum called me the minute I stepped into The Georgian. "My love, how are you today?"

"Confused as hell. You?" I ask, squeezing my notebook with my left hand as I enter the elevator. Mum didn't really care for my language but sensing my honest tone, she decides to oversee it.

"That girl you told us about?" She questions with a lilt to her voice. I'm a momma's boy, of course I'll tell her anything that happens but her knowledge of the whole Piper-Niall thing was quite bland. I merely gave her snippets of things that have gone on between us, leaving out anything that would make my mum despise the girl that my heart was yearning for.

When I make it into my room, my eyes immediately dart to the digital clock. 12:39 p.m. It had become a habit of mine ever since I figured out Piper's performance schedule. I kick my trainers off. "Mum, I think I might have feelings for this lass."

If I had been talking to Greg, he would've pointed out how stupid this little crush of mine was. He would've mentioned how I was leaving in about four weeks, how I sucked at relationships – how was I supposed to handle long distance? How university has always been a priority for me since the age of twelve, and I couldn't be distracted. He truly was the realist to my idealist.

My mum was like me, however. "That's so grand, Niall! I assumed you did because you always found a way to mention her in our daily catch-ups. You should tell her."

I hadn't mentioned to my mum that Piper was singing about her ex on the street corner. It was clear to me and probably everyone who had witnessed her perform that she clearly wasn't over this lad. So no way in hell am I going to tell her such thing to only be rejected and maybe worse, have her shut me out again.

"That might not be a good idea, but I'll think on it." I rub the back of my head and make my way to the kitchen. "I'll call you afterwards, mum, 'm hungry and haven't eaten since this mornin' – love you."

"Love you too honey, bye."

It was nearly three by the time I had prepared and had eaten my meal. I quickly throw on a plaid shirt to frame my white v-neck and slip my trainers back on before darting out to the L.A. streets – well, L.A. sidewalk. As I make my way down the steps and turn to my right, I immediately spot Piper placing her guitar over her shoulder. Her hair was in braids and a loose top was tucked into denim shorts, I stopped in my tracks to let out a deep breath before merging myself into the crowd.

"I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited but I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it. I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over." She doesn't peer over to me but I know that she's aware of my presence simply because she was avoiding my general direction. "Never mind, I'll find someone like you, I wish nothing but the best for you too. Don't forget me, I beg. I'll remember you said, 'Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead'."

I wondered then if Piper had retrieved that slip of paper I had given her from her disregard jar. I hoped she had, knowing that she could call or text me at three in the morning for all I care – she'd be worth the lack of sleep.

"Nothing compares, no worries or cares, regrets and mistakes they are memories made. Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?"

As she wraps up the song, I notice just how raw her voice becomes – almost seeming to have an edge to it. I wondered if she had tried getting this person back, if she fought for what they had (which seemed like a huge f*cking thing). I also wondered how he had won her heart, and if there was any way I could get a girl like her to fall for a guy like me.

I was so caught up in thinking how our relationship would be like to notice that Piper had finished the song and was now standing right in front of me. She moves the guitar to hang behind her and doesn't meet my eyes, "Thank you for yesterday."

"No, thank you," I say softly bending down a tad to try and meet her gaze. She hesitantly looks up making me send her an assuring grin. "Not only for finally letting your walls down but for also making my stalking a lot easier."

She chuckles and curses jokingly. "I knew I shouldn't have told you where I worked."

After telling me that she wouldn't push me away again, we talked until we were the last two people in the shop. She told me about her job at a recording studio how she's an intern and how Frank, the big "honcho" of the studio, lets her occupy the booths when they aren't occupied. "Written any songs about me that I should know about?" I asked teasingly. "Please, I'm the one boys write about not the other way around." She wasn't wrong.

"It's only a matter of time before I find out where you live too," I say tempted to knock her shoulder but restrain myself from doing so because I didn't want this bantering to end by making her feel uncomfortable.

Only she does it to me. "Never in your wildest dreams, blondie."

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