Stole My Heart - A Niall Horan, One direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 3

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RACHEL

John had brought me to the club early so I could meet with George and get comfortable with my surroundings. I didn’t fit in with these people. I had spoken to George briefly and then he had been called away.

I had grabbed a drink and sat down and watched as more people arrived. No one came and spoke to me once.  I had watched as the other boys had arrived and looked around for Niall but I still hadn’t seen him. I went and got another drink and went and sat down in my seat and started to scan the room again.

Finally I spotted him walking towards one of the boys, I couldn’t remember his name. They all looked the same to me apart from Niall and the black haired boy Zach I think his name was.

I saw Niall scan the room, I felt his eyes pass over me. Why would anyone ever stop to look at me. If everyone else in the room had thought I was a bit of the furniture then why would he be any different? 

He left the people who he was standing with and began scanning the room again, his eyes again running straight past me. He turned around and I lost sight of him in the crowd of people.

This was a big mistake coming here. I was a homeless girl from the streets of Sydney, I wasn’t fashionable or pretty or suitable to be a girlfriend to one of the members of the biggest boy band in the world.

I shook my head and stood up. I had to go and find John and make him take me home.  I began walking through the crowd. I heard someone shout out Niall’s name and then felt someone bump into me spilling drink all over me.

I looked straight up and realised it was Niall. He just stood there stunned.  I bit my bottom lip waiting for him to start yelling at me for spilling his drink.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry.” I said before spinning around and running in the direction of the toilets. I ran inside and looked at myself in the mirror.

I stunk of beer, and my shirt was saturated in it. I checked the stalls were all empty and then began unbuttoning my shirt and pulled it off. I squeezed it and watched as the beer dripped out of it.

What was I going to do now.  I saw the hand dryer and decided that that would be my best option of getting the shirt a little less wet.

I went and stood in front of the dryer and held my shirt open in front of the hot air. After 5 minutes it was finally dry.

I turned around and found Niall standing behind me.  I stood there staring him for a moment until I saw his eyes lower, I looked down and remembered that I was standing in front of him in my bra. I quickly covered myself up.

“Can you please go?” I said.

“Rachel?”