Niall Horan;

The entire weekend, I solely focused on doing almost exactly what I had done on Friday; explore. I went to a Charlie Puth concert at the Staples Center, I went to the Grammy Museum, Madame Tussauds, and I even got to see Dodger Stadium. It was a good distraction at the moment, but the second I got back to my hotel room it would go to my notebook. The song that I was writing for Piper practically burning a hole through my heart. It was silly, was it not? To write a song for a lass that clearly loved another? Typical Niall, Greg would say.

"Typical Niall" is something Greg would say to me constantly, knowing that I am one to put my all into something and receiving nothing in return. He says I let people walk all over me. He says this because I am an outgoing lad that just wants to please everyone, I can't stand seeing someone being upset. I make it my mission to make them feel better, and in the end, I usually end up feeling dreadful about myself.

Maybe this is what I needed to happen. I was letting myself fall for a girl that was set on pushing me away the second I met her, not to mention that never in a million years would she fall for a lad like me. I was never good with women when it came to relationships – either always being friendzoned or sometimes even brotherzoned.

A sad love life Niall Horan lived

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Today was Tuesday, meaning it was Piper's performance day, meaning I had to stay far away from my hotel the entire day. I was scared to face her again, to have her either yell at me or just ignore me completely, I don't know which one I would really prefer.

So, I watched a film or two at the cinema, grabbed an ice cream and walked along the pier and then on the beach, a good distance from where I'd usually run into Piper. The song that I'd been writing to Piper popped into my head at that moment, I was practically finished with it and not to toot my own horn or anything, but it was the best song I have ever written.

Too bad I'd never be able to play it for her.

Checking my watch, I noticed that it was Piper's usual time of her performance. Doing quick math in my head, I decided that it'll take about twenty-ish minutes to get to my hotel meaning Piper would be long gone by then, so I started walking to my hotel with my ear buds shoved into my ears to distract my mind from my previous thoughts.

I may or may not have sung and danced a little, getting a couple of weird looks from strangers on the street, but I didn't care. Especially when that didn't become my only problem. My eyes land on the street performer, a little too late to backtrack now, who had already seen me.

Damn. I was always bloody awful at maths.

Or maybe I subconsciously walked faster than usual, my heart taking control of my legs to let me see her there. She was dressed in tight jeans that were ripped in various places, showing bits and pieces of her nicely tanned skin and also wore a shirt that had a heart on the front pocket. And her hair, God, her hair, was just calling me to touch – the breeze causing her hair to flow behind her and occasionally get in her face but she didn't care, her eyes were on me.

Catching a piece of the song she was singing, I take a mental note and quickly try to walk around the large crowd that took over the entire side walk. I curse when hearing the applause through my music, interrupting my favourite Demi song. Praying underneath my breath that I make it to the hotel doors without a hitch, I fail to notice running footsteps behind me.

A hand is on my shoulder before I notice, turning me around so suddenly that I thought I'd get whiplash. "What the fu –?"

"Niall Horan." Piper's eyes narrow at me, her breath deep and quick which immediately make me take my ear buds out with wide eyes. She watched my every move, making a soft blush rise to my cheeks. "You – why are you avoiding me? You shove yourself into my damn life and then you decide, 'huh, no thanks'? Do you have any idea how I feel? This is exactly why I didn't want to let you in. Everyone leaves. My parents left, Danielle left, Brandon left and now you too? What the hell is wrong with me? Am I just that f*cked up that no one wants to stick around?"

Her yelling that was at first directed at me was now more to herself. I was shocked, at what she had just confessed, and speechless because what do you say to a girl who had just told you some of the most heartbreaking things all the while crying on the street. Many looks were being thrown our way but I paid no mind to them, mostly focused on comforting Piper.

I placed my hands on her arms only to be shoved off. "Don't touch me!" She then lets more tears fall down her cheeks, her arms going to hold herself in comfort and vulnerability. I hesitantly place my hands on her arms again, and when receiving no negative response, I pulled her into a hug. She doesn't hug me back but accepts the hug anyway.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Piper," I whisper into her ear before pressing a hesitant kiss to her temple. "I was just hurt too."

She shudders before placing her hands flat on my chest, making me think she was about to push me away but she only grips my shirt tightly. "I know, I'm such an emotional b*tch."

I laugh and hold her tighter. "You have all the reason to be."

After about five minutes of holding her, she pulls away and looks at me with tear stained eyes. She gives a smile before looking down to my collarbones, obviously embarrassed by the actions she made whilst vulnerable. Biting my lip, I shove my hands into my pockets and wonder what she'll do next. Slap me? Yell at me? Or maybe hug me? Or, and I know that this wouldn't be what she'd do but my heart was kind of hoping, perhaps a kiss?

"I... I need to get my stuff," she says softly. It is then that I look behind her and see her abandoned guitar and case full of money. I was kind of surprised that no one went and stole it. I look back to Piper, my heart beating a mile a minute, and just nod.

She walks back to her things and I just stay in my spot, watching her. I can't believe I saw Piper break down in the middle of the sidewalk once more, I guess this where she was her most vulnerable. The place that she always sings of the lad who had stolen her heart.

When she has everything, she walks back to me with a shy look on her face. "Can I... Can I stay with you a bit?"

"Of course," I breath.

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