The Best Decision

Chapter 4

Hey im bored so i might even post chapter 5 today too!:D

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I was speechless. I mean, what are the odds he turned into a super famous boyband member???

"Hey are you okay?" He touched my arm. I got a glimpse of that rainy day in April.

"Thank you again, she could've done something terrible!" He laughed.

I feebly smiled. I don't think he remembers me.

Let's test out that theory.

"No, thank you!"

He looked confused.

"Huh? for what?"

Guess not.

"Nevermind. Thinking of something else." I replied, flashing him a smile.

He smiled back. then it got a bit awko taco.

"Alright, sorry to ruin the lovefest, but we need to get going if we want to get anybodys things signed!" I turn around to see Harry Styles say, then he smirks as he looks me up and down.

I feel my cheeks redden.

"oh, yes, correct. Sorry, proceed." i back away to behind them as they sit down, then pretend to do something

productive. when i hear Louis(?) talking quietly to Niall, i freeze.

"Are you sure?" he whispers.

Niall nods. "Positive."

Positive of what?

"So, she's familiar to you in a big way?"

Ahh, i just love the way british people say familiar... familiahhh.

"Yes... but i don't know where i know her from..."

think long and hard Niall, long and hard.

"You may want to ask her where she's from, and what her name is. that might jolt your memory."

Well, that's a start.

Niall says "Alright" before we start with the signing, and i can tell you, i was so distracted by him that i could focus all. day. long.

The last little group passed through and got their things signed, then i closed it up.

i let out a sigh if relief, happy for it to be over. The boys got up and let out huge yawns and stretched really big, then just stood there, waiting for something i guess.

Oh! that's my cue!

"Sorry guys, I spaced. Follow me over there-"

"Woah, is that a Latina accent i hear?" startled, i looked for who said that. It was Zayn.

"Wait, what?" I asked.

This time, it was Liam that spoke.

"You rolled your 'r's." He explains.

"Oh," i smile. "Yes, that is, i grew up in Spain until i was around 10."

"Spain? where did you live after that?" Niall said quickly.

Oh, I see. He's trying to get info.

" Um, that's a little personal, don't you think?" i asked.

He turned as red as a tomato.

"yeah, i guess so. sorry." he muttered.

without another word, i ushered them into the elevator, and waved goodbye.

they smiled, and i walked quickly to get my stuff and get the hell out of there.

I walked to Shannon's right outside of Faneuil Hall. The bartender smiled when he saw me approaching.

"Sup, Paloma?" He said casually.

I shrugged. "The usual. i Had to work some boyband signing thingy."

"Ugh, those are the worst! all those screaming girls everywhere." he exclaimed while preparing my daily beer, although i'm technically underage and shouldn't be drinking it.

But eh, ive known Eli for as ling as ive been here, so its all good. We sat there talking about random things for a while, while sipping by beer like i was 25. Another young couple sat down across the way, and Eli excused himself to go and take care of them. turns out they wanted the Guiness Galore, which takes 20 minutes to make all by itself. Plus, you need supervision from the bartender to drink it- let'sjust say it consists of a LOT of vodka. i sighed and took a big swig of beer.

I heard footsteps coming closer to me. Then a hooded person sat down next to me and didn't move. Te other bartender came around.

"want anything?" he asked.

"Guiness," the stranger replied, and the bartender eyed him suspiciously.

"You 21?"

"Um... well, no... but im from Europe and the drinking age there is 18, not 21."

the bartender nodded.

"I'll let it slide." he says.

then he notices me. He waves.

"Hey Paloma."

"Hey Noah!" i squeak.

i go back to my beer. after to awkward minutes, the stranger talks

"So... you from around here?"

Is that an Irish accent I hear?

"No. Spain." i say bluntly.

he slowly nods his head.

"Ireland." he states.

"i lived there for a while." i say.

"Oh really? where in Ireland?"

he seems pretty interested.

"Uh... i think it was Mullingar."

"Hey! Me too!" this was awfully strange. Huh. small world.

"Cool." i say.

Well, this is getting awkward.

"i.. um.. have to go. see you." i stand up and grab my bag.

He taps me on the shoulder. I turn around.

"Yes?" God dammit, i still haven't seen his face.

"Um.. canIputmynumberinyourphone?" he gets out.

Why not?

"Yeah go ahead." i whip out my white Iphone, scroll to contacts and press add new one. i hand it to him, and he quickly types in a name and number. He hands me my phone, and i say goodbye and leave. i get onto the bus and go to look at the contact he put in.

The Leperchaun that you saved at the Hotel;)

Wait....... What?

I just then get a text.

Hey, mullingar buddies, i guess. Did you possibly go to St Jude's High school? i think i know you!

Oh, Shit.

Another text comes in.

Btw, if you didnt figure out my contact name, its Niall:)

Oh Shit indeed.

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Btw inthe last chapter i know Niall went to an allboys school, but hey, this keeps it interesting, right?

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