One Direction Charity Case

Song writing

Niall's P.O.V.
I sat at my desk with my guitar in hand for what felt like forever. I was only a few ideas short of having one. "LIAM!" I yelled. "What?" He said. His voice came from just outside the door. "I need some help with the song." Liam opened my door and sat down on my bed. "What's it about?" I shrugged my shoulders. I started to play from the beginning but he stopped me. "What if its about our fans?" He suggest. We ran through some games to think up some words. He would ask me some questions. I would think of Toni and the words came to my mouth. After two hours we had a new song. We called it Diana.
I didn't start to worry until around 5... minutes after they left but the song writing helped a lot. But now we were getting close to dinner time and they weren't home yet so I had nothing to do but pretend that I wasn't waiting for her. To keep my mind off the fact that she was out shopping with two other guys I made a list of things that I needed to tell her that I loved about her. 1. I loved the way she blushed when she was excited or smiling a lot. 2. I loved the way she kissed. It was like watching a movie, you are interested at the beginning and then she has you hooked. 3. I love it when she cuddles with me. I love the feeling of my arm around her, her head on my chest, her body pressed against mine. 4. I loved the way she looked. Sounds cliché but I really did. She just had this glow about her. It was like that attraction with the bugs and the light. I knew she could break my heart but I couldn't help going near her. 5. Her emotions. Each one wasn't afraid of coming out. If she was afraid she would act on that. If she was happy she would let everyone know. If she was sad, she would try to be a brave solider but in the end she would just fall into my arms and let me be the one to pick up the pieces.
The list went on and on. I couldn't face her and tell her that to her face so when she was sleeping I snuck into the room with the couch she was still sleeping on from the first night. She was laying on her stomach, one of her arms stuck under her. She always slept like this. Her head was turned away from me and her legs were sprawled out. Her blanket was down, so she must recently have fallen asleep. I stuck the note on the table in front of her and pulled the blanket around her. She immediately mumbled and sighed. Then in her sleep she smiled. I wasn't sure if I had imagined it but she said my name. Then her smile disappeared as she said 'Andi' in a distressed tone. I left very quickly.