I sat strumming on my gitara as the other lads and Skylar were dancing around decorating the livingroom for Christmas. "Niall. You could help you know." Louis sinabi smirking as he tossed tinsel onto my head. "I could... but then I'd have to get up." I replied lazily. "Oh come on Nialler," Skylar said. "When were you ever lazy? I remember the one time..." I block out her voice as I remember the memory.
It was such a sunny day. I sat up in the damo and stared at the beautiful girl susunod to me. "Sky..." I whispered to her. She looked at me softly and waited for me to speak. "I think... I think I pag-ibig you." I told her, barely audible. "You pag-ibig me?" she questioned. "Why?" I pause and look away from her. My fingers start playing with the long, untrimmed damo of the park. "Because you're sweet, kind, funny, smart, beautiful..." She blushed deeply and said, "If you pag-ibig me... run to the tuktok of the burol over there, pick me a buttercup, and come back and halik me." she demanded.
I smiled at the challenge and hopped onto my feet. "Sure thing, sweetheart." I say winking and taking off. The burol was about a five minuto jog. When I reached the top, there were so many buttercups blooming. It was beautiful. I squatted and examined the golden flowers. No wonder why Skylar likes these ao much, I think to myself as I select a perfect buttercup. They are so simple, yet beautiful. I smile and sprint back down the hill. Skylar smiles and stands up to meet me. I feel a grin grow on my face until...
I look around, confused to what the noise was. And then I see them. The paparazzi swarming towards me. "Niall, who's the girl?" one of them shouts. I blink and the buttercup flies out of my hand. "No one. I don't know her!" I run with the crazed group of photographers until I lose them. When I look back, Skylar was kneeling on the ground staring at something in her hands. It was the buttercup, trampled and shaded a nasty yellow. I saw a tear slide down her face before I fled.
I stand up quickly and grab an ornament to hang on the tree. Skylar and I are working closely together. My hand accidently slides across hers and she jumps. A pale blush creeps to her cheeks. There was something about that touch that sent a jolt through my body. Neither of us pulled away, just locked with the memories flashing through our eyes.