Attempting To Trust (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8

Karla POV

Wow. Fireworks.

At first he was shocked, but after ages seconds he started to kiss back with his tongue slowly making its way into my mouth and moved it in a circular pattern, tickling me on the roof of my mouth.

When we finally separated, we were both smiling like idiots.

I was speechless. I looked at him, hoping he had something to say, but he didn't. He was searching my eyes. Then, he smiled at the ground nervously.

"You know, I still don't know your name," I said to him chuckling.

"Niall Horan. I wish there was something special I could say about myself, but I have nothing," he told me, meeting my hesitant gaze.

"I think you being you is enough."

He blushed. "Thanks Karla," he said shyly. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Depends what it is," I told him hesitantly.

"Why will you kiss me, but will not go on a date with me?" He asked jokingly, but seriousness behind his words.

"Because I was stupid. Honestly, I thought you were just trying to get in my pants and that after you did, you would run away."

"Wow. No. If I wanted to get in your pants, I already would have," he said with his eyebrows wiggling. I giggled at him.

"Well that's good to know. But just to let you know, I can be pretty difficult when it comes to that. Being a pro soccer player means guys hit on you a lot."

"Wow, looks like I got some competition then, huh?" He asked amusingly.

"Well of course. What fun is life without competition?"

"You have a point," he said with his hand rubbing his chin acting as though he was actually thinking about what I had just said. I laughed.

"I'm always right, you know."

"I've caught onto that," he said. "So now that we've already made out," he chuckled at his own joke. "Can I take you on a date now?"

"Mmm, I guess so. But I don't like clichés," I told him.

"Me either. So what do you want to do?"

"That's up to you, princess," I said to him. He laughed and let his head fall down in defeat with a smile plastered on his face.

Then, his eyes wandered around my room and something caught his eye. My guitar.

He picked it up gently, admiring its high quality.

"Wrong one, pony boy. I have two guitars. That's my left-handed one," I chuckled.

"You wanna know a secret? I'm left handed until I play the guitar, then I'm right handed," he said leaning in, and whispering in my ear.

"How is that a secret?" I laughed at him. He can be such a dork! But I kinda liked that about him.

"Okay, where is your right-handed guitar?"

"In my closet."

He grabbed my guitar and started to pluck the strings and tune it.

"Lay down while I sing to ya."

I laid down hesitantly.

He softly played the intro before he started to sing 'Stereo Hearts.' He has the most beautiful voice I had ever heard. Now is this kid not famous?

When he finished, we just sat there motionless, unable to speak.