Just a reminder, this chapter is in Bella's POV :)
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Bella's POV:
"Are you coming to my house or no?", Niall asked from the chair beside me, raising his eyebrow."Yeah.", I replied. We made small talk during the walk to his car and he told Liam and Louis that he is leaving.
I didn't have anything to do at home. My mother was at the hospital, working, and my dad was at his office. I had asked Niall yesterday if I could come to his home to hangout. Gladly, Niall accepted and now I was in his car, on the way to his flat.
"We have reached our destination.", Niall said, in a very horrible attempt of a posh accent, making me giggle. He opened the door for me, and I got out, throwing my bag over my shoulder.
He opened the door and held it open for me. Such a gentleman. I walked into the doorway, which was light by fluorescent bulb, with a dim white glow. I removed my shoes, as Niall walked in and shut the door. He lead me through the hallway, to the living room, where a man was sitting and watching tv.
"Harry, this is Bella." Niall said. He stood up smiling and walking towards me.
"Oh, hi Bella. I'm Harry." He said. His voice was deeper than I expected it to be.
"Hey Harry I'm Bella." I said, flashing him a smile.
After that, Niall led me to his bedroom. Oh my god, that sounded so wrong. We went to his bedroom and I sat down on his bed. His room was draped in blue, the same clear blue as his eyes. It had a small bean bag in the corner. His bed had white coloured sheets, with some polka dotted plushies near the pillow area.
"So.. What do you do in your room?", I ask very awkwardly. He shifted uncomfortably before sitting down and replying, "Internet."
I saw a guitar resting on the corner of the room. I love guitars. The sound itself is magical. You know what I mean, right?
"Niall, do you play the guitar or you've just kept it for show?" I ask, chuckling to myself.
"I do play the guitar, and believe me when I say I'm not like you, keeping things for show." He replies.
"Can you play something for me?", I ask him. He nods and murmurs a 'sure' and walked over to the guitar, carrying it back to his bed carefully, sitting down and adjusting his arms.
"What should I play?", he asked.
"Hmm.. How about Goodbye by Jamestown Story?" I asked, unsure if he knew that song or not.
"Okay." He said and placed his fingers on the fretboard and started playing. I watched as his fingers move, from one string to another carefully, while the other hand strums the strings.
He starts to sing quietly, it almost sounded like humming.
"Sing a bit louder, Ni." I say. He nods and singing a bit louder than before, and now I could hear him.
His voice was much better while singing, he had a very heavenly voice. The words sounded more beautiful and melodious than in the original song. I watched his lips form the lyrics of the song, his hand strumming the guitar.
"So here's my goodbye, no one would cry over me, I'm not worth any tears.." He sang the end and played the end notes and finished.
"How was it?" He asked.
"You are an amazing singer, do you know that? You have incredible talent." I said.
"My mother used to say the same thing when I was 7." He said.
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Just a cover [n.h.](a.u.)
FanfictionNiall Horan. He was just an ordinary guy you'll find in London, going to a normal college. He hates life, well, who doesn't? He was diagnosed for depression when he was seventeen and ran away from his home on his eighteenth birthday. He thought thin...