Pink *Niall Horan Fan Fiction*

Chapter 1

His face lit up in a huge smile when I said that. 

“You’re smiling?  Why?”  I ask, taking another sip of the drink. 

“I knew I’ve seen you somewhere before.”  I rolled my eyes as Niall tosses half of his beer back. 

“I doubt it.  I don’t do many charity events.  I go to only a few shows a year, and I usually don’t tell people my name.” 

“No, you were at the house one day when Uncle Si was running late and told us to drop by.  You slipped into a room before any of us could say anything, though.”  I rolled my eyes at the blond before taking a big sip of the alcohol. 

“Would you care to dance?”  Niall asked as Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran comes on.

“Eh, why not.”  I answer, taking his outstretched hand in mine.  I let the blond boy pull me onto the dance floor and we twirl around the dance floor almost effortlessly.  A few songs later and Niall and I are back at our barstools, sweaty and laughing.  The bartender gets me a fresh Shirley Temple and Guinness for Niall. 

“Will I see you again after tonight?”  Niall asks. 

“I bet so.  Here, give me your phone.”  I hold out my hand waiting for him to put the phone in my palm.  I feel the cool, sleek back of the iPhone and pull it towards me, programing my number into it. 

“Call me sometime.”  I pick up my drink and slink off into the color changing smoke without glancing back at the boy sitting dumbfounded at the bar. 

I smiled remembering that day Dad had the band come over.  It was nothing really, but that was the first time I had met them.  Not that I actually met them, but more of the first time I saw them in person. 

“Hey babe, wanna come back to my place?”  A guy dressed in a pair of black jeans hanging off his hips and a t-shirt breathed down my neck.  I shivered before stepping away from his alcohol breath.  His face was covered in a four-o’clock shadow even though it was probably pushing 10 right now. 

“Hell no, ya creepy bastard.”  I whispered to him, leaning in and pretending to say yes.  He face-hardens when I said that. 

“You could have just said no, bitch.”  He walks away.  I spot Niall across the dance floor talking to some Barbie doll in a short, tight black dress, but he kept running his fingers through his hair and looking away from her face and into the crowd.  I thought about going to rescue him, but lucky for him some guy with chocolate brown curls did.  Niall walked away and back to the bar, the bartender getting him another beer.  I glanced down at the empty drink in my hand and shrugged, making my way back to the bar. 

“Aye, fancy seeing you here.”  Niall joked, slurring his words a little.  I giggled and took a drink of the fresh Shirley Temple in front of me. 

“Wanna dance?  Again?”  Niall asked, tipping his fake hat a little as he stood up from the chair.  I curtsied and accepted, allowing him to lead me out onto the dance floor again. 

“Never leave me again.  You hear?”  He whispers in my ear when he pulled me close for a slow song. 

“No promises.”  I whisper back, laying my head on his shoulder.  With these heels I’m only an inch shorter than him.  We twirled around the dance floor for hours on end – until the place was almost empty except for four other guys who I recognized, but couldn’t put a name to. 

Soon, even they left and Niall leaned down and asked, “So, beautiful, do you want to come back to my flat?”  I glanced up into his blue eyes and I nodded. 

“As long as we don’t do anything.  I’m just tired.”  I whispered, a yawn escaping my lips. 

“Sure things, love.”  He pulls me from the now empty dance floor towards the door.  The security dude is taking a catnap against the wall and Niall and I walk hand-in-hand to the street where Niall proceeds to hail a cab.  We pile in and I kick my heels off. 

“Want a foot massage?”  He asks, turning so I can put my feet on him.  I gratefully oblige, and he rubs my feet, making the soreness go away.  I sighed when the cab pulled up in front of a flat about the same size as mine. 

“C’mon.”  Niall laughs, grabbing my shoes after throwing a fifty up front. 

“Carry me.”  I pleaded, holding my arms up for him.  He chuckles and runs a hand through his hair, before leaning down and gathering me up in his arms.  He carries me up the small flight of stairs and opens the door. 

“Home sweet home.”  He says, turning a light on to reveal a semi-clean living room with white walls and a huge picture window out to the backyard.  Another yawn escapes my lips and Niall carries me almost effortlessly up the stairs and into a room.  When he opens this door my jaw falls open. 

In the middle of the room is a huge canopy bed lined with white sheets and a bedspread.  In the corner is a desk with a laptop and a stack of paper.  Beside the trashcan is a small pile of waded up paper, looking like they’ve been shot towards it. 

“I’ve been trying to write a song, but none of them sound right.”  He says when I glance towards the trashcan.  He gently sets me on the bed and goes to a dresser in another corner.  He tosses me a pair of JACK WILLIS sweat pants and his old Free Hugs t-shirt. 

“Bathroom’s down the hall first door on the left.”  He tells me, already stripping his shirt off.  I admire him for a minute, then get up and wander down the hall, finally finding the bathroom.  I quickly pull off the dress and toss it into a pile on the floor.  I glance around the bathroom and decide a quick shower won’t hurt anything.  I quickly jump in the shower and take one of the fastest showers of my life.  I step out and wrap myself in a big, fluffy white towel.  I look at the pile of clothes Niall gave me and I tug the sweats on.  Then, I pull the shirt over my head and pile my hair on top of my head with an extra hair tie I had on my wrist.  I wash the little amount of makeup off, and gather my dress in my hands.  I head back to Niall’s bedroom to find him lightly snoring sitting up in bed.  I take in the sight and climb under the covers, shaking him. 

“Niall, wake up!  At least crawl under the covers first.”  He grunts and does as I say, pulling me close to him. 

“If your dad finds out you’re here, we’re both dead.”  He mumbles. 

“I know, I know, but he’s not going to find us.”  I say, snuggling into his chest.  I feel his breathing even out and soon I’m fast asleep, breathing in his Armani scent.