Niall Horan;

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

These four words describe me perfectly because last night I had made one of the dumbest moves to date. After talking a bit at the infamous street corner, Piper and I just took a stroll around L.A. she showed me her favourite buildings, just like me she found a fascination with architecture, and I told her more about my weird habit of comparing things to myself before we found ourselves standing outside the studio, six minutes before her shift started.

"That was surprisingly nice," she says as she leans against the brick beside the front doors.

I bite my lip to prevent a full-blown grin from appearing. "I never disappoint with a good time."

"If you had said that to me a few days ago I literally would've drop kicked you." I laugh until I realise her dead-serious facial expression. She tilts her head at me. "You're not that bad, blondie. Now I know how you had so many friends – you literally weasel yourself into their lives and make them like you."

"Only to the ones I fancy." I wink but the next second I regret it. Our bantering has become second nature to me pretty quickly, and for it you have to be quick on your toes or else you admit defeat. Piper has much pride in being quite witty even though she had said she hated it not too long ago. Immediately, the atmosphere around us shifts as she stares at me blankly. "Sh*t."

"I, uh – " It's clear that she's trying to come up with an excuse but not too long after she doesn't need one because a lad about our age, give or take a few years older, exits the building and looks around frantically before spotting Piper.

"Piper Grace, thank goodness! Hunter has been asking for you!" The handsome lad snaps Piper out of her reverie and she blinks before turning to him. It's petty of me really, but I can't help but feel jealous when she doesn't hesitate in taking the lads hand as he urgently yanks her into the building. I catch her eye before she disappears through door and immediately I know how stupid I was to let that slip past my lips.

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The following day I wake up at seven in the morning, simply restless throughout the night by thinking of all that had happened yesterday. Maybe a total of three hours of sleep was granted to me but I didn't let that stop me from doing what I had planned. That being going to Hollywood.

My hands were shoved deep into my pockets as my eyes took in the stars below my feet and the buildings I've heard so much about. Granted, it wasn't as beautiful as films would make it out to be but I had to appreciate the sentiment of the entire place. If your name was on a star or if your hand print was in front of Grauman's Chinese Theatre you know you had made an impact in not only America but all around the world.

Next thing I knew, I was walking into a souvenir shop and the next moment I was back to the street corner where Piper stood.

When I had got back from my visit to Hollywood she was already strumming the guitar.

"Hello there, the angel from my nightmare, the shadow in the background of the morgue. The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley. We can live like Jack and Sally, if we want." For once, as her eyes stayed focused on the ground, so do mine. I was scared to meet her eyes, that she'd give me the same look as yesterday that look of you totally screwed everything up – or worse, that she'd reverse back to the girl I first met. "Where you can always find me, we'll have Halloween on Christmas, and in the night, we'll wish this never ends. We'll wish this never ends."

My hand tightens as she continues to sing I Miss You, wondering if this was how she felt now or if she had moved passed the missing part of a break-up. Of course, the former made my heart quench in hurt but I didn't let that consume my mind because there was always a chance that she was fine.

"Where are you, and I'm so sorry, I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight. I need somebody and always, this sick strange darkness, comes creeping on so haunting every time. As I stared I counted, the webs from all the spiders, catching things and eating their insides. Like indecision to call you, and hear your voice of treason, will you come home and stop this pain tonight? Stop this pain tonight." It is then that I feel someone's eyes on me, the weight making me shift on my feet before looking up to see Piper's eyes trained on me. I couldn't stop the surprised hitch in breath that came from it. "Don't waste your time on me you're already, the voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you). Don't waste your time on me you're already, the voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)."

She continues to sing the same words for about a minute more before the guitar echoes after her, the crowd applauding wildly. However, my vision and hearing seem to be whisked away as my eyes never falter from Piper's – almost as if in a trance.

That she soon breaks as realization dawns upon her features, no doubt remembering the words I had uttered to her yesterday, and she quickly starts to flee. Of course, with a guitar to put up and the crowd still around her, it wasn't very easy so I easily caught up to her.

"Please don't start running from me again," I say calmly, watching as she slowly turns around at the sound of my voice. She doesn't meet my gaze, instead settles her eyes on my plain blue shirt. "Let's just... forget what I said yesterday."

"I can't," she mutters with a frown forming across her features.

I couldn't help but let a chuckle slip past my lips, startling her. "For someone who was all too willing to push me away and practically do anything to get away from me, that seems a little too hard to believe."

"Shut up." She shoots me a sharp look.

My joking grin falters slightly, figuring that this wasn't the wisest moment to tease her. She did seem troubled about my confession – though she really had no reason to be, it's obvious she doesn't reciprocate these feelings as she had just stopped hating me not too long ago and it's not like it's really a big deal.

"I went to Hollywood," I say, trying to breeze passed the previous topic. Her face softens at the change, easily accepting it. "I got you something."

Slipping my hand into my back pocket I pull on her gift, along with my mobile as it had just pinged. When she spots the gift a laugh immediately blows past her lips making a smile form on my lips. Her fingers lightly brush against mine as she retrieves the magnet making me bite into my lip.

"I saw it and thought of you," I say looking down at my mobile shyly, seeing that my mum had just texted me. I quickly shove it back into my trousers before looking back up at her.

"I don't know how to feel about that," she says with a never-ending smile, one that I quickly became fond of, "What in the world made you look at this magnet and think 'this reminds me a lot of Piper'?"

"A magnetic pull; you have one too."

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