Tour Life ||n.h|| [au]

Chapter 4: ||ERICA||

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When I got to Willowhill Park, it was 1:12. I got out of my car, and saw Niall. I walked up to him. "Hey."

"Hey, I was worried you would ditch me," he said jokingly. Stay home and do nothing, or ditch Niall Horan? Definitely not the latter.

"Yeah, well I live about a half hour from here, and the traffic was horrendous getting here."

"I got here about ten minutes ago."

"What's the reason for this outing?" I asked.

"Well, I got up at 9, and woke up the boys and asked if any of them wanted to do something. And they all said no. And they all went back to sleep. Around 10:00, I realized that I could call you, but then I remembered that I don't have your number. So, I turned to Twitter after about 20 minutes of thinking what to do to occupy my day and then it hit me like a bus. I can DM you. So, I did."

"Interesting story."

"Thank you," he said, smiling. "You want to stay outside? I didn't realize it was going to be this cold."

"It's always cold, it's London."

"You have a point," he told me and chuckled.

We ended up walking down the street and we talked about our lives, different musicians we enjoy, everything really. Then it fell to a comfortable silence as we walked. I felt something brush my hand. I quickly glanced down and saw Niall's hand. Cute. I thought to myself.

I reached for his hand, and he gladly accepted. We walked down the road like that and went into a coffee shop. It wasn't very busy, but I got a table in the back anyways. I hate sitting in the middle of a restaurant because it feels like everone is silently judging you. There isn't anyone else in here, but still.

Niall came back with two hot chocolates. He sat down and sipped his drink.

"Well, that's hot," he said as he put his drink down. I couldn't pass up this moment.

"I know I am," I said and laughed.

He tried playing it off by smirking at me, but he still blushed. "Sassy much?"

"Just a bit," I told him and I took out my phone to take a picture of mine and Niall's drinks to put on Instagram. I got a bit of his smile in it, but I didn't care. It was a nice smile.

"What is it with girls taking pictures of their food and drinks?"

"Niall, get with the white girl basics. I like Starbucks, baggy sweatpants, baggy hoodies, messy buns, acrylic nails, iPhones, Uggs, and cuddling during movies with a blanket wrapped around me."

"I'll keep that in mind."

We spent about an hour talking, then we got up and left. As we headed back to our cars, we talked about the tour and we were both really excited for it.

I shivered.

"You cold?"

"Kind of, but nothing I can't handle."

"Here," he said and took off his coat and handed it to me.

"Cliche, but thanks," I said and put on the jacket.

"Does cliche bother you?"

"Depends on who's being cliche," I smiled and looked at him. After that, we ended up talking about cliche things.
"But the guy always gets the girl in the end. Even in Twilight."

He laughed, and by that time we had gotten back to our vehicles. We said our goodbyes and I walked to my car. Before I got in I realized I still had Niall's jacket. I ran over to his car, coat in hand, and he rolled down his window.

"I still have your jacket."

"Keep it. It looks better on you anyways," we laughed and I went back to my car.

I started my car, turned the radio up almost all the way, and went to the place I call home.