Six Ways To Love (One Direction fan fiction)

Sorry, who are you?

Kirsten's POV:

I woke up, next to a wonderful, Irish boy. It's been seven months now that I moved in with Niall, this cheeky, hot guy I'm allowed to call my boyfriend. I lived on my own before, my parents died in a tragic car crash. Niall was the one to cheer me up again. He is the one who makes my life worth living it. I met him a year ago, on a concert. I saved enough money for first row tickets by doing certain jobs like babysitting, helping out in a elementary school and a kindergarten. It was the only thing that could make me happy again, because I always wanted to see One Direction. They were my everything, oh, what do I say. They ARE my everything. Well, on that concert I looked into the eyes of my future boyfriend for the first time. It was gripping, wonderful, fascinating. My stomach felt like a field of butterflies. I thought I couldn't move but without noticing I was licking my lips and my body was trembling. And then it happened. Whilst singing his part of Kiss You his glance rests on me.

"Oh, I just wanna show you off to all of my friends, 

 makin' them drool down their chiney chin chins,

 Baby be mine tonight, mine tonight,

 Baby be mine tonight, yeah!"

I thought I could cry, it was so unbelievable. But it was true. When the song ended and Harry started What Makes You Beautiful, Niall whispered something to one of the security men. The man nodded, Niall stood up again and the security guy made his way right over to me. My heart skipped a beat and I had to suppress the urge to scream. The man bend over the barrier to me.

"Mr. Horan told us to give you this. Just come to that door after the show and present the security this pass.", he said, put something that felt like plastic or paper in my hand and pressed my fingers shut around it. I stared at my hand afterwards, not daring to open it because else I would sqeak and scream and jump around. I could hear my heart bumping, it sounded like it was going to pop out of my chest. I totally faded out the girls around me who shouted at me, cried and bawled. My lips were trembling and I started grinning. I was so happy! I looked up again, they were just singing the chorus. When Niall saw I fixed eyes on him he smiled and winked at me. After the concert I went to that door, showed the security my pass and they let me go through. One of them guided me to a room, where the boys were sitting around, relaxing after the exhausting concert, before the after party started. When I came in Niall smirked and waved at me.

"Hey, babe, come sit here!", he called me with that irresistable Irish accent. I grinned ear to ear, stepped to the couch and sat down next to Niall. The other boys nod or wave as a hello. Niall put an arm around my shoulders and turned his face to me.

"So, what's your name, beauty?" I chuckled shortly, unbelieving this really happened. "My name is Kirsten. Kisten Lanilay.", I said, licking my lips. I stroke back my long, dark chocolate brown hair. "Pleased to meet you, Kirsten. May I call you Kirs? Or do you have a better nickname?", he asked, watching me with those wonderful ocean eyes. I nodded hastily, looked at my feet and then back in his eyes. Then I remembered I was like the biggest Directioner ever.

"Uhm, could I get autographs? And take some photos with you? And hug you?" The questions just bubbled out of my mouth. Niall and the other boys laughed, then they whipped out some pens. They took an autograph card and signed it. Then they passed it to me and I grabbed it, struggling against sqeaking. I pushed it into my cream bag. Then I pulled out the camera I brought, only for the exigency I'd get to meet them, even though I was quite hopeless. At first I took a photo with Niall, he kissed my cheek and I grinned like an idiot. Then Louis, we did some funny grimaces. After him Harry, he just wrapped his arm around my waist and smiled. Zayn did the same, Liam too. If I'm honest I directly recognized I'll get on well with them. And now - look where I am! Lying in the bed of Niall Horan, my boyfriend.