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~Niall's POV~

"Thank you, Madrid! You were amazing!" Liam yells and then we run of the stage. It's amazing to perform and to be in One Direction with four other amazing lads. 

I walk of stage were the boys are hugging each other.

"Amazing show today." Harry says and hugs me to, wrapping his hands around me and crushing my back. I groan in pain.

"You okay?" Harry asks after he released me. I nod and without saying another word, I walk to my dressing room, locking the door behind me. As soon as that is done, I look around the room to make sure there is no one here. Then I pull out my shirt and look to my back through the mirror.

The feathers on my back are all crumpled up. I sigh. The pain in my back is getting worse, so I release my wings.

Maybe I should explain. I'm Niall Horan, a bird hybrid. Yes, you read that right. I'm mostly human, but the other part of me is a bird. A swan to be exact. I have wings on my back, but I can retract them into my back, so no one knows what I am. The scars on my back are surrounded by white fluffy feathers. They are harder to hide, but I'm always careful to wear a shirt around the boys.

I look in the mirror again. My wings are now fully out of my back. I stretch them to their complete length. Ow, that feels good. They were almost three entire days folded into my back and it started to hurt, but it's a relief now that they can stretch. The tips of my wings almost touch the walls.

Slowly I move my wings a bit, so they till me up a little bit. It feels so good to fly. Even this two inches I am above the ground. But flying high up in the sky is the most amazing feeling there is. Diving through clouds and chasing the little birds is awesome. I love it. I feel free when I fly.

I let myself sink onto the ground again and fold my wings on my back. I take my bag and search through it for my diary. Finally I find it. Quick I grab a pen and sit down on the sofa, careful not to hurt my wings. 

I open my diary and read through the last thing I wrote:

Dear diary,

I hate this. 

I hate how I can't tell the boys what I am. They will only judge me and trow me out of the band. They'll hate me. 

Today I lost a feather. Zayn saw it and picked it up. "Boys, look at this." He said and everyone was looking astonished to my feather. I just played along. When they asked where it came from I shrugged and said that it must have been a very big bird or maybe from someones costume. 

I hope they didn't notice my anxiety. I hope they don't find out about me. 

Zayn held the feather. He said that he would hold it as his lucky charm. 

You must now, he broke up with Perrie last week. And maybe it's wrong, but I'm so happy for it. Maybe I have a chance with him now.

Who am I kidding. Zayn doesn't like me. He said himself that he broke up with her because he loves someone else. And besides, I'm part swan. He'll never like me.

I'm going to sleep now, 

X Niall.

That was three days ago. I only write in my diary when I'm alone and when my wings are free. That was a horrible day. I was so scared when they found my feather. It's bigger than other bird feathers. 

I have to admit that I was flattered when Zayn said that he would hold the feather as his lucky charm. 

I sigh at the memories of that day and focus on what I'm going to write today.

Dear diary,

Zayn still has the feather. He wears it as a necklace around his neck under his shirt when we perform. I think he even wears it when we're not performing.

It's getting worse. The pain in my back. It's like the little stretchings don't work anymore. I feel a bit relief when they are free, but when I retract them back into my back, they hurt as much as before.

And that's not the only thing that is getting worse. 

I realized something today. You know how I said before that I like Zayn more than a friend? Well, today I realized that I am in love with him. I had to do my best not to lose control and jump on it during the performance. He looked so hot, all sweaty.

My feelings go deeper then just a crush. I want to tell him, but I can't. 

I don't know what to do anymore. If the pain in my back keeps increasing, soon the boys will find out my secret. And about my feelings for Zayn. I feel like crying. You can't imagine how bad my life is now.

I hope everything will turn out right eventually

X Niall.

Suddenly someone knocks on the door. 

"Niall? Are you okay? Why is the door locked?" Zayn's voice floats into the room. He tries to open the door, but it doesn't work.

"I'm fine, but I'm changing." I say.

"Okay, we'll leave in three minutes." Quickly I retract my wings in my back. I try not to whimper from the pain, because I know that Zayn is still in front of my door. When that is done, I pull on a t-shirt. I grab my bag and walk to the door, unlocking it and walking past Zayn to the exit. I jump in the van and close my eyes.

After another five minutes, Zayn sits down besides me and then finally, the van drives us to our hotel. 

I'm so glad we each got a separate room.

~Zayn's POV~

Niall walks out of his dressing room without even giving me a glance. What's up with him lately? Ever since I found that feather, he's acting strange.

I sigh and want to walk to the van after him, but I see something in Niall's dressing room. There's a leather bound diary on his sofa. 

Curious I walk to the sofa and pick it up. The leather is slightly worn and the whole diary smells like Niall. I assume it is his diary and my thoughts are confirmed when I open it and read the first page.

This diary is property of Niall Horan. 

When you find it, please return it to me without reading.

Now I'm even more curious. I think I'll just read one page and then return it to him. Yeah, that's what I'm going to do, but first, we have to go to the hotel. I'll just read it in my room. 

I put Niall's diary in my bag and walk then to the van. I plop down next to Niall and finally we drive to the hotel.

~*~Zayn's room in the hotel~*~

I walk into my room and let myself fall on the bed. I'm so exhausted.

I'm about to fall asleep when I remember the diary in my bag. Quickly I grab it and read the first page again. Is it really such a good idea to read it? If Niall finds out, he'll hate me.

But the curiousity is to strong. I skip to the first page and start to read. It's about his audition for X-factor. 

I want to read it all, but to reduce the guilty feeling I already have, I skip to the last pages.

Dear diary,

I hate this. 

I hate how I can't tell the boys what I am. They will only judge me and trow me out of the band. They'll hate me. 

Today I lost a feather. Zayn saw it and picked it up. "Boys, look at this." He said and everyone was looking astonished to my feather. I just played along. When they asked where it came from I shrugged and said that it must have been a very big bird or maybe from someones costume. 

I hope they didn't notice my anxiety. I hope they don't find out about me. 

Zayn held the feather. He said that he would hold it as his lucky charm. 

You must now, he broke up with Perrie last week. And maybe it's wrong, but I'm so happy for it. Maybe I have a chance with him now.

Who am I kidding. Zayn doesn't like me. He said himself that he broke up with her because he loves someone else. And besides, I'm part swan. He'll never like me.

I'm going to sleep now, 

X Niall.

My mouth falls open and my hand goes for the feather around my neck. Niall is part swan? That's not possible. And Niall likes me? 

That's good news. It's true, I broke up with Perrie because I love someone else. I love Niall and now I know that he likes me, I might have a chance. I don't even care that he's a bird hybrid. To be honest, I like him even more now.

My eyes go to the last page and I start to read.

Dear diary,

Zayn still has the feather. He wears it as a necklace around his neck under his shirt when we perform. I think he even wears it when we're not performing.

It's getting worse. The pain in my back. It's like the little stretchings don't work anymore. I feel a bit relief when they are free, but when I retract them back into my back, they hurt as much as before.

And that's not the only thing that is getting worse. 

I realized something today. You know how I said before that I like Zayn more than a friend? Well, today I realized that I am in love with him. I had to do my best not to lose control and jump on it during the performance. He looked so hot, all sweaty.

My feelings go deeper then just a crush. I want to tell him, but I can't. 

I don't know what to do anymore. If the pain in my back keeps increasing, soon the boys will find out my secret. And about my feelings for Zayn. I feel like crying. You can't imagine...

The door to my room swings open and Niall stands in the door.

"Hey, Zayn did you see a leather boo..." His eyes fall on his diary, which lies open on my lap. 

"I-I.." I mumble as Niall's eyes go wide. He wants to turn around to run away, but I launch at him and grab his wrist before he can go.

"I'm sorry Zayn. I'm sorry for not telling you and I know you hate me now, but I can't help it. I was born  like this. I'm so sorry. I..." I cut him of by kissing him on the lips. 

I kiss him with all I have. All my feelings, so he will understand what I feel for him. Immediately Niall starts to kiss me back. 

After five minutes we have to break our kiss due the lack of breathe.

"I love you too." I say and Niall smiles. 

"But, what about... That I'm a hybrid?" He asks and I shrug. 

"I like you even more because of it, Ni. And I'm sure the other boys won't mind it too." I say and peck his lips once more. "Can I see?" 

Niall immediately knows what I'm talking about and walks a bit away from me. Then he pulls out his shirt. And then... Two beautiful white wings sprout out of his back. 

"Woow." Is all I can say. "Can I touch them?" 

"Go ahead." Niall says and I walk over to him. I let my hand slide over his wing. It feels soft and smooth at the same time. It's really magical. 

Niall moans as I bury my hand in the feathers. Amused I look at him as he turns red. 

"I'm sorry, no one touched them before. It feels so good." He says.

"Niall?" I look him in his beautiful blue eyes. He looks more like an angel than a swan hybrid now. "Fly with me?" 

Niall nods and walks over to the window. He opens it and wraps his hands around my waist. 

"Hold on tight." He whispers in my ear before he jumps out of the window.

And then we fly. Together, while the moon shines down on us.

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