Irish Love (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

.. I stood up because the ground started to get wet because of the rain.

He started shaking my hands as I quickly withdrew them.

"Yeah, you're Niall Horan. So what do you want?", I grumbled. 

 He laughed. "You seem as you really don't know me. I like that."

Well I really had no clue, who he was or what he did to be famous.

"No, I don't know who you are, so?", I replied annoyed.

"Cheeky you. Why are you playing here in the rain?", he asked me.

"Why do you care? If you're famous, why don't you go to your big

mansion and wait until the rain's over?", I retorted.

"Because I would miss meeting beautiful people like you", he smirked.

 "Bootlicker", I whispered. He laughed and looked at my filthy clothes.

"No, seriously. Why don't you just go back to your home and wash

your clothes and perform in a professional club? You're really good",

he said. I looked to the ground, getting a bit mad. He didn't even know

me and my story.

"That's my problem. Now go ahead and do what you wanted to do", I grumbled.

"I wanted to meet you, lovely", he replied in a soft voice.

"But if you want me to go, I'll leave and come again tomorrow, how about that?",

he asked me with a smirk.

"Do whatever you want. You seem to be famous, so it's your choice, not mine".

He smiled and grabbed my hand. He looked at it and then kissed it.

"Same time tomorrow, darling", he whispered and left.

I was quite confused. Who was this boy and why have I never heard of him?

And why was he so nice to me? I was just a usual street girl. However, I

left Hyde Park and headed "home" to my place where I slept.

Though it was quite uncomfortable, it was the best thing I could get.

The next day, I played at the Oxford Street in the morning to afford my daily

morning coffee. A friendly man gave me 10 pounds so I bought one and

headed to Hyde Park.

I didn't think that the blonde boy called Niall would come today too, so I just

sat under another big tree. I started playing the guitar to the sun shining

on the cold ground. I just had some songs on my phone, so I decided to

play "Swing Life Away" by Rise Against.

Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?

Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?

Are we getting closer, or are we just getting

more lost? 

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first

Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse

Let's unwrite these pages and replace them

with our own words.

I sang along when I suddenly saw a shadow in

front of me. I couldn't see anything because of the sun.

 I just saw that it was a boy standing in front of me.

"Niall Horan?", I asked confused.

"You got it, darling. But why are you sitting here? Yesterday,

you sat over there", he said as he pointed over the park.

"Yeah, but I..", I started but he interrupted me because he

knelt in front of me, staring in my brown eyes.

"I like your eyes. They're almost as beautiful as your voice",

he said to me in a soft voice, smirking.

"Wh..Whatever. Don't interrupt me, I want to continue my song".

I started singing again.

We live on front porches and swing life away,

we get by just fine here on minimum wage,

If love is a labor, I'll slave till the end

I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand 

I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move

The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon

Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow.

I stopped because I realized, these lines were mawkish for

my conditions. Niall laughed because he seemed to know this.

"Don't stop, this was cute", he laughed. I gave him an evil stare.

"Oh, you're so secretive. I like that. Why not come with me

and I'll show you where I live?", he nettled me.

I sighed. "I'm concerned, show me where you live, almighty famous

person", I laughed. He nodged me and took my guitar and my

backpack  and I followed him. We walked for like half an hour and I 

really got tired. "Isn't it exhausting for you to walk this way every day?",

I asked him.

"I only take this way because I don't want paparazzi to flash me", he smirked.

"Oh yeah, I forgot", I groaned.

After a while, we stood in front of some big houses, one even more beautiful

than the other. We headed to one of them, it had a white facade.

The boy unlocked the door and turned over to me.

"Are you sure, you wanna come in?", he smirked.

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The song in this chapter: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaJezu6OnNw