The Bucket List (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 5: Fame, Blame And Card Games

  I tried to grab the journal away from him, but he just smiled a goofy smile and blocked my hands with his arm as if it was a joke. But this was no joke. As he flipped through the pages, all I could do was stand there and watch him helplessly. He finally decided on a page and began to read it, smiling at himself. I peered over at the book and let out a sigh of relief. It was just my bucket list.

                ''Tell me you've ridden a double decker bus,'' he said, looking up at me. I shook my head. ''What! Why?'' he asked.

                ''It's been a really busy week,'' I protested.

                ''We're going now,'' he said, closing my journal and returning it to me. I quickly grabbed it back as if it was a stolen piece of gold.

                “You can’t just go on a bus down the street,” I protested, “You’ll start a mob!”

                “I’ll be right back,” he said running out. When he came back, he had a cap and hoodie on. As he entered the room, he lowered the cap. “I could go for a fake mustache too,” he suggested grinning. I laughed wondering what Niall would look like in a mustache.

                “I think you’re good to go,” I said as we walked out.

               

                “Can I see the rest of the list?” Niall asked as we sat on the top of the red double decker bus, driving down the streets of London. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this, and that no one had recognized Niall yet. I flipped through my journal and tore out the list. I decided from that point on, my journal wasn’t leaving my room.  I watched him uncomfortably as he read through the list. “You know, this stuff is doable,” he said, still looking down at my paper.

“Maybe,” I said, leaning over to stare at the list. I never thought anyone but me would ever see it. “But sort of silly at the same time.”

“No way,” he said, turning to me, “I think it’s really cool that you want to do these things.”

“Someday,” I said, letting the wind blow my hair out of my face.

“Just don’t let someday turn into never,” he advised.

“Deep,” I said, mockingly.

He let a smile creep onto his face as he continued to study the list, “What is the Tiananmen Square and why do you want to go on June the fifth?” 

“It’s this square in Beijing, China. Around that time there were thousands of students protesting around China, including in the square, against the corrupt government. On June the fourth of nineteen eighty nine the government sent tanks into the square to stop the protesting. It ended up killing hundreds of students in the square,” I paused for a moment to think what it might have been like to be there that day. I looked up at him and said, “They were just kids like you and I and they died for something as controversial as government. Could you imagine finding something that you cared about so much that was so important to you, that you were willing to lay down your life for it?” 

I waited while Niall studied my eyes harder than he did the list a few moments ago. Seriousness filled his whole face as I watched him lose himself in thought. Then suddenly he smirked at me and said, “Deep,” I grunted as I pulled his green cap over his face and sat back in my seat.

   

                “Are you ready for the madness,” Harry asked, smirking at me as he walked into my rehearsing room. I immediately looked up to see Harry doing his signature hair flick.