What's This? (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Dreams Don't Last Forver.

"Magical." I say, looking deep into Niall's blue orbs, getting lost in his eyes each second. He stared back at me, slowly leaned in and trying to close the gap that is between us. I leaned forwards too, and after what seemed like ages, our lips finally brushed against eachothers. Electricity shot through my body, up and down my spine. I closed my eyes, kissing Niall nonstop.

Suddenly, my eyes flickered open. I looked around, I didn't see Niall anymore. I didn't see the hotel that was merely a couple feet away, just a few seconds ago. I was no longer in the streets, wearing my jogging outfit. I was in my bed, wearing my soft pajamas.

Was it all just a dream?

No, no, no. I shook my head multiple times, clearly ashamed of myself with such vile dreams and thoughts on Niall. I'm not in love with him. I'm not, right? I groan and lift myself out of bed and pad out across my room skipping down the hall way, and down to my living room.

I throw myself on to my love seat and grab the remote, turning on the television. Immediately, The Notebook appears. I clap my hands, gleefully and focus my attention on the movie.

DING DONG. The doorbell rang constantly, and I reluctantly lifted myself off of the comfy couch and shrugged my way over to the door. I opened it, my breath got caught in my throat.

"What're you doing here, Harry?" I asked confused. He stepped closer to me, I backed away slightly confused at what he was trying to do.

"I came here, to talk about Niall..." I nodded, urging him on. "I know you and Niall have a history. I don't know if it's good or bad, but from what I'm seeing, it's bad. You probably won't tell me, but I have to at least try. He's my best friend, and he's hurting. I know he's hurting."

"It's just that... I don't know... Maybe one of his family members died?" I asked, clearly not wanting to give him the explanation of Niall and I's history.

"I'm positive it has to do with you. If one of his family died, why would be be endlessly looking at a picture of you and him together?" I sighed, defeated.

"So was happened was..." And I told Harry everything. From when my mom left me, to when I left Niall. Every little detail I could find, I told him. I don't know why I was sharing this information with him though. I mean, I just met him yesterday! But something tells me I can trust him. I hope he doesn't change that though...