The Story Of Six (Niall Horan Fan-Fic) •ON HOLD•

Chapter 6

Author's Note:
Above is a picture of what I picture one of their flats will look like😂👌

Although so many normal girls would shriek (and possibly fall over) from being 3 feet away from 2/5 of One Direction, I'm probably the furthest possible thing from a teenage girl.

It didn't faze me in the slightest when I spun my head and was staring into the eyes of a curly-haired boy who happened to be Harry Styles.

Funny, I had the exact same reaction with Niall.

But, with slightly more scorching hot coffee.

"Thanks, I guess..." I trailed off.

"I guess?" He questioned teasingly.

'Well', I thought. 'Two can play at that game'.

"I'm sorry, was that not the proper way to show a millionaire my appreciation for shovelling me out of a buried truck?" I asked, my voice oozing sarcasm.

He laughed, shaking his head. I couldn't help but notice that his curls were almost as bouncy as his personality.

So, within the first 3 minutes of meeting each other, we both sounded like sarcastic little assholes.

And then there was Niall, standing awkwardly confused.

He looked sort of like a baby bird, standing lost over there all by himself.

"Uhhh.." he started, speechless.

Oh, crap. Was I staring?
Harry's playful smirk answered my question.

I cleared my throat and looked away, praying that my frostbite would camouflage the blush reddening my cheeks.

"Haz, can you call the boys and ask if I can crash at one of their flats tonight? I'm gonna go call the tow service, my truck's smashed. And I don't feel like explaining to Greg why I've been gone for 24 hours." he explained, scratching the back of his head.

Wait, now I was the confused one.

"The boys?" I questioned.

"You know, Liam, Louis, Zayn...." he replied.

"They're your band mates, right? I heard some obsessed 13 year olds gossiping about you guys on some magazine. Something about a girl.. I think her name was, I don't know, it started with a C..." I rambled.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh! I remember! Her name was Chiara!" I said, answering my own question.

Niall's eyes went as wide as saucers.

He slapped his palm overtop of my mouth. For, like, the second time in two days.

He spun his head around, looking for something. When he realized It, or they, weren't there, he returned his gaze to my confused expression and continued.

"Shh!" he hissed into my ear.

"Don't say her name in front of Harry!"

"Why?"

"Umm..." He stalled, giving off the feeling like he's already spoken to much.

"Never mind." I said, shaking my head.
I decided to leave it alone.

Niall opened his mouth to say something, but shut it when Harry reappeared.

"So, Li said you can stay at his place, or you could stay with me. Lou and Zayn are staying at my flat tonight, we're having a scary movie marathon with Perrie and Liz."

I cringed. I hated scary movies. Like, despised them.

Niall thought for a moment before replying.

"I think I'll go to Liam's. Can you give me a ride?"

Our heads turned to the truck, which was covered with a thick blanket of snow, and dented in several places.

"Yeah, for sure." Harry responded.

Oh, crap. Crap, Crap, Crap, Double Crap.
Niall was my ride.
But, um, his truck is a little.. occupied.
And, he's carpooling with Harry.
Who I just met.
CRAP.

"Hey, Niall?" I whispered, poking him in the arm.

"Yeah?" he asked, moving in closer.

Holy, his eyes were SO blue.

"I don't have a ride...." I mumbled.

It took him a second to process, but when he did, he slapped himself in the forehead.

"I'm so sorry! I completely forgot. Do you just want to come with Harry & I? We can drop you off at your place. Or if you want you can call your parents on my phone, after I call the tow company. It's up to you." He said sympathetically.

Now it was my turn to smack myself on the head.

Or, mentally, anyway. My hands were too cold to function properly. I think I'd end up hitting my shoulder area.

"Uh, we have a minor... actually, major
problem. I sorta just remembered my parents are bringing Belle to Duluth for a dance competition this weekend. Meaning, there's no one home. And I don't have a key." I explained.

Niall eyes went big.

"Oh!" he exclaimed.

"Well, if you want, you can come to Liam's with me. I can invite Harry and Lou and Zayn, too. Oou! I can even invite Gemma. She's around our age, I think. How old are you again?" he rambled.

"19" I responded.

" Perfect! She's Harry's sister, by the way. She's really nice. And funny. You'll probably like her. Did you know that-"

I cut him off mid-sentence.

"Do you always talk this much?" I giggled.

He went beet-red.

"Sorta..." he said nervously.

I snorted.

So far today, I've woken up in a truck next to a pop-star. I've been dug OUT of a truck by a second pop-star. I've been invited to a third pop-star's flat. Any more pop-stars added to this equation and I think I'll explode.

Yet, I'm going to go meet 3 more.

Yipee.