Niall Horan Imagines

You're Famous?!

"I'm sorry to bother you, miss," You heard an Irish accent say from behind you. "But you are beautiful."

You quickly turned to see a boy, about your age, staring into your eyes. You smiled, a bit shocked. No one ever randomly came up to you and called you beautiful before.

"I'm Niall," He said, extending a hand.

You took it. "(Y/N)," You smiled.

"Would you mind if I sat with you?" He asked, noting the food in your hands.

"Oh, no problem," You said, leading him to a table to sit at. You had just picked up some lunch and you were on your way out of the restaurant when you ran into him.

You sat down, with him following. "You're obviously not from here," You said, referring to his accent.

"Nah, I'm from Ireland," He smiled. "I'm here on....vacation."

You nodded. "Nice. How's it been so far?"

He looked into your eyes. "Amazing, actually."

You chuckled, unwrapping your food. "Never knew my hometown was amazing," You said.

He chuckled too, and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "So...you come here often?"

You shrugged. "Not really. I only come when I'm too lazy to cook myself something, which is very rare. I love cooking," You explained.

He nodded, still watching your every movement. "That's nice."

It was awkwardly silent between you two for some time while you ate until something weird happened.

"NIALL! OH MY GOD!" You heard a scream come from somewhere in the restaurant. You turned to see two girls waving frantically at the table you sat at.

Niall perked up, and looked at the girls. He half-smiled, but quickly looked at you with a shocked face. "Umm...let me just..." He mumbled, while going over to greet the girls.

He took something from them and signed, and took a few pictures with them. That's when you realized it. Niall definitely was not an average person.

You stayed in your spot, waiting for him to finish. He returned, scratching the back of his neck again. "Sorry about that," He apologized, sitting back down.

"Who are they?" You wondered, taking a sip of your soda.

"Oh, they're, um...listen, (Y/N). There's something I should tell you. I'm...uh...I'm kinda...famous. Yea. I'm in a band, called One Direction. Have you heard of us?" He said, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

You nearly spit out your drink. "YOU'RE FAMOUS?? How the heck am I sitting here with you?" You frantically said, trying not to scream.

He chuckled. "Hey, it's no big deal."

"What did you say your full name was?" You asked.

"I'm Niall Horan from One Direction," He told you.

You took a deep breath. "Yea, I've heard of One Direction. Didn't know you were...in it, though," You said, feeling amazed.

"I, um...I'm sorry for not telling you earlier. I just thought that if I told you, maybe you'd...feel weird talking to me? I don't know, it was stupid," He mumbled.

You smiled, "No, no. I understand. Um...it's been nice talking to you, Niall. But I should probably let you go," You said, gathering your things.

"NO! WAIT!" He shrieked, grabbing your arm. "Please don't go. I like you, a lot. I was actually wondering if I could take you on a proper date some time?" He smiled, looking into your eyes again.

You were hesitant at first, but finally agreed. "Why not?" You said.

"Here's my number," He said, scribbling his number on a piece of paper. "I trust you with this," He said, handing it to you.

"Of course," You smiled, placing the paper in your purse.

"So, I'll call ya," He said, ushering you to your car.

"I'll be waiting," You smiled, finding your car and saying goodbye.

You took a minute to breath once you shut the door before making a mental note to add Niall Horan to your contacts.