A Happily Never After (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Directions and Lessons

"I'm an idiot," I said, hanging up the phone for a third time.

Being the smart person I am, I never asked Emma what Connor's address was so I had no idea where his house was. I tried calling her three times but she didn't answer, probably too busy with-- okay now I'm the perv.

"Lenn, you can just stay at mine," Niall offered.

"I guess," I nodded.

"C'mon it will be fun, we can watch a movie."

"Yeah, sure."

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We arrived at Niall's house and it was nothing like I expected. It wasn't a five story mansion with a beautiful gazillion gallon pool, with gorgeous tiling from the town of Nicopolis, and three pool houses, no; it was just a quaint two story, medium sized house.

While I was observing his house, he came over on my side of the car and opened the door for me.

"Thanks love," I boasted, trying to fake a British accent.

"That was an awful attempt, princess," he laughed at me.

Did he just call me--

"Well are you coming?" he yelled from the front of the house. I guess I was just standing there, probably blushing, hopefully not. Princess? Why do I make such a big deal out of these things? It was just a nickname, harmless.

I hurried to the front door and Niall turned his key in the lock. He turned around and put his finger up to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. What time was it?

We tip-toed into his house and up the stairs. We ended up being in a small room with a couch and a tv.

"So what are we watching?" Niall asked, closing the door.

"What do you have?"

He gestured towards a pile of disks on the floor. I flipped through them until I found a good movie: Iron Man. I handed the disk to Niall and he slipped it into a machine.

"I'm hungry!" Niall whined as the credits started. He strolled over to a mini fridge and pulled out a bag of chips, like American chips, not french fries. They're called crisps in the UK? Something like that.

He tossed the bag to me and plopped down next to me on the couch.

I opened the fresh bag of ripply looking chips and popped one in my mouth as the music for the beginning of the movie started.

Niall ripped the bag out of my hand and said, "Sharing is caring!" what was he, five? I still giggled.

About halfway through the movie, my eyes started to wander around the room. I cannot tell you how many times I have seen this movie, missing a few minutes wouldn't hurt. The walls in this room were painted a sea-green and out the window I saw another house, pitch black, no lights on. This couch was the only piece of furniture in the room and sitting in the corner was an acoustic guitar.

I hopped off the couch and made my way over to it. I picked it up and examined the small, almost unnoticeable, dents in the sides of the guitar as well as the bright blue strap. I skipped back to the couch and placed it on my lap, running my fingers across the cool strings.

"What are you doing?" Niall laughed. He was facing me and he had a quizzical look on his face.

"I'm not exactly sure," I replied, mindlessly picking at the G-string.

I moved to the ground and stroked all six strings, they were a bit out of tune. When I say that, I am being completely sarcastic, it was so out of tune that it made my ears hurt. I fixed that quickly and strummed the strings again, better. I slung the blue strap over my neck and looked back at Niall. He quickly looked at his hands but I saw him staring and I couldn't help but smile.