Meeting Life (Narry)

Chapter 3

"I-I, I would meet h-him." I said to myself as I stopped my moving eyes on one of the posters. In spite of also having One Direction posters, and as much as I loved them all, the majority of the posters I owned were of only him. The one I was referring to, the one I loved most of all four of them, the one I was suddenly feeling very anxious to meet, was him. The curly-long hair boy. Man (of my dreams, if I might add). Probably the most wanted male by average population. Harry Styles. The Harry Styles.

"It all comes down to him, doesn't it?" Caitlin left the bathroom. Bloody hell she was good.

"I'm afraid it's too much for me," I said quitting looking at the posters and moving my eyes into Caitlin's.

"Niall, we still have three days before the meet and greet. You'll stay at my place and I'll show you around." She said grabbing my hands softly, sitting down again on my bed, place I still hadn't gotten up of."If you don't end up in the hospital after meeting them, him, you can still hang around there for a few weeks, I mean, didn't you get a month off of work?" She continued and asked very calmly.

"Very funny," I said dragging my hands off her. I finally got up of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I quickly put some toothpaste on my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth.

"Oh come on Ni, it's going to be great." Caitlin walked in after a minute, looking at me through the mirror. "We can even stop by Madame Tussauds for you to practice!" She opened her eyes until humanly possible to my reflection.

"Caitlin, I'm serious!" I turned around to face her right after washing my mouth with water and wiping my lips with the towel.

"Look," She put her hands on my shoulders "We'll just take one step at a time. The first one, getting on the plane to London."

"Can I at least follow my mum's advice and decide in the morning? At what time does the plane leave?" I asked all at once.

After getting out of the bathroom and getting to the bed once more, Caitlin checked the tickets on it. "At 12PM."

"Then let's go to bed, we'll think about it later." I came out of the bathroom and went to the closet to pick up some pyjamas. I brought to bed a pair for me and another for Caitlin, assuming that the little bag she had brought didn't include one. I didn't regularly use clothes to bed but when she slept there with me, even if she was my best friend - it's more like a question of respect.

We turned the lights off when we changed and finally got in bed instead of sitting on it once more. Since I usually didn't go to bed until late night hours (blame One Direction), I couldn't sleep.

"Do you want to watch a film?" She noticed my not at all sleepy figure.

"Yeah, ok." I fetched the remote control on my nightstand and gave it to her. Caitlin grabbed it and started flicking through the channels searching for a good movie. She ended up pausing in a channel where The Notebook was on. How amusing.

Midway through the film though, my mind started floating again. Did I really want to waste that? Not that I wanted to waste it, I was just not sure I wanted to meet them, him. But why didn't I want to meet him? Because I wouldn't be meeting him like I many times dreamed, he would probably just sign what I brought them to sign and say thank you since I'm a boy and all. And, wasn't that enough? No, definitely not.

Caitlin didn't take too long to understand my state of thought. "Deep thoughts, uhm?" She took me by surprise.

"What?" I snapped my head at her, since I had been looking at the television the whole time.

"Just that you don't seem to be paying a lot of attention to the film, that's all." Caitlin lowered the volume with the remote on her right hand. Considering the fact that the volume was already low because of the time, it was safe to say that she actually muted it.

"Oh, yeah, uhm, I'm actually quite sleepy now." I justified myself.

"Then let's just call it for the night, yeah?" She sighted. After I nodded, she turned off the television, resting the remote control on her nightstand. "Goodnight." She turned her back to me.

"Goodnight." I copied her exact actions.

"Oh, and Niall?" She peaked from behind her left shoulder.

"Yes?" I copied once more but from my right shoulder.

"Just really think about it." She advised. I smiled at her, hoping she could see it through the dark in my bedroom. As I saw her smile back, I understood she could.

"Love you." I resettled my head on my pillow.

"Love you too." Caitlin did the same.

Since I lied to my best friend about my sleepiness, my mind didn't actually stop for a full minute after our last words. Instead, I spent at least two full hours thinking about what I should do. My thoughts varied from thinking to take the plane to London to stop liking One Direction altogether (in spite of the latter being impossible). When my mind finally decided what to do, with a major influence from my heart, I could not stand myself for what I had thought about doing. Therefore, at already 4AM, I completely lost it.

"Is it just me or I'm pretty stupid?" I suddenly asked myself not thinking about whether Caitlin was awake.

"What?" Caitlin answered my thought. She turned around and faced me, yawning.

"Oh my God, I'm so stupid!" I exclaimed seating up on the bed and rising my hands to my face.

"What are you ranting on about, Ni?" She also seated on the bed and turned her light on. As she looked at me, I got out of bed and started passing around in my bedroom.

"I mean, I love them, why would I not want to see them? I don't care if I'll never get to truly know him, at least I'll be able to see him, talk to him, and maybe even touch him!" I expelled the thoughts from my mouth with a full grin on my face.

"Niall..." Caitlin wondered with the biggest grin on her lips.

"Yes. Yes. Of course yes. I'll come with you. I'll meet them. A hundred percent yes." I said excitedly, now coming back to bed and grabbing Caitlin's hands. "I'll meet him, even if not fully, even if not the way I wanted, I'll meet him!" I said to her with a very serious face.

"Niall, oh my God, you finally came to sense!" She hugged me. After two seconds though, I broke us apart due to my excitement.

"Just go back to bed, I'll be down stairs, I think I'm too excited to even sleep!" I practically shouted with the biggest smile that I ever remember to worn placed on my features. I got up from bed, slid my slippers to my feet, and grabbed my white IPhone5 from my nightstand, storming out of my bedroom. Walking down the corridor to get to the living room, I passed by my mother's bedroom, stopping and coming back around.

"I'm going to London!" I shouted as I opened the door and turned on the lights. My mother quickly sited on her bed worried but as soon as she took in what I had just shouted and saw a big smile on my face, she smiled too.

"Are you serious?" She got out of bed and ran to me, total excitement showing in her voice.

"Yes!" I ran a bit, full hugging her when I got to her arms. "I just wanted to tell you, you can go back to bed now." I then stormed out again, this time of my mother's room. "I'll be downstairs!" I shouted already walking down the stairs.

When I finally walked in my living room, I looked down at my phone, unlocking it. There was it again, the four boys. I quickly opened the gallery and searched through the hundreds of photos and videos (mostly of One Direction), stopping at a perfect picture of Harry. After a few deep breaths, my body lost its strength and fell on the sofa. Taking the phone to my face again, I couldn't believe I had refused myself to the amazing feeling running through my body at the moment. "I'm doing this."

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