Addiction ~ A Niall Horan Fan-fiction

Chapter 8: Painted Canvas

I grabbed the large, blank canvas that was leaning against the chipped, window sill. I pushed it under my arm and walked over towards the coffee table. My laptop was laid carefully on the table, my website was on clear display. I quickly exed it, knowing there was no new changes I needed to check.

My website was set up to show my art work. I would occasionally get people buying pieces of my art. Most of it was not very expensive, generally I sold decorative pieces. It was always very handy to have some extra money coming in, especially considering where I lived.

I grabbed my handbag and slung it over my shoulder, it contained most things I needed like paints, paintbrushes and pencils. I skimmed my eyes sharply around the room, making sure I had not disregarded anything that I needed.

I stirred over towards the door and pulled it swiftly open, shutting it noisily behind me before running down the stairs. A taxi awaited me outside, which I waved to upon spying.

After letting myself in, I told the Taxi driver where to take me. He muffled a word which I guessed meant he knew where he was going. Niall’s house was much closer than Louis’ and Harry’s had been, which didn’t break the bank excessively, which made me extremely happy.

Fifteen minutes later, I watched as Niall Horan’s front door swung open and behind it appeared a smiling Niall. His hair was styled messily, with a snapback placed limply on top. He was dressed casual with a white t-shirt and black, straight legged pants, he also wore a pair of black vans.

Niall greeted me with a quick hug and then invited me into his sitting room. I was welcomed to the sound of Plus playing lowly on the stereo. The room seemed much cleaner than usual, which made me smile. I guessed he had cleaned up for the occasion or had someone do the work for him.

I noticed he had set up a small, make-shift desk for me to place my canvas on. I smiled gleefully.

“Anything you need me to get?” Niall asked. He was stood beside me, looking directly at my face.

“No, I’m fine thank you. I’ll go get what I need myself. Go sit.” I said as I directed him towards the sofa.

I left the room and made my way towards the also gleaming kitchen. I grabbed the plastic cup that was in my bag and began to fill it by the tap. I turned around and wondered whether I’d need a chair. I brought the cup in and placed it on top of the coffee table.

Niall watched me intently as I turned back on my heel and went back towards the kitchen. I grabbed the chair that was messily placed in front of the table. I lifted it up with my new found strength and brought it back into the sitting room, where Niall was now staring in confusion.

I looked towards the light shining in from the window, it was at a perfect angle making the room glisten and light up. It had laid perfectly along Niall, making his beautiful, blue eyes glisten like a cloudless sky.

“You, sit!” I ordered as I pointed him towards the chair.

He quickly obeyed and mustered all of his energy to move to the seat. He sat carelessly, with his back slumped on the chair and his legs spread apart. I frowned at him before grabbing his cap and flinging it over at the sofa.