Twitter // Niall Horan

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Clara holds her coffee tight, standing still in the middle of chaos, dumbfounded. She blinks her brown eyes, looking straight to her iPhone's screen.

It's written there;

I think I saw you by @NiallOfficial

A person shoves her by the shoulder, and she falls to where the force pushes her. Clara can't seem to comprehend what is happening until a little girl pulls the end of her baggy shirt, bringing her back to reality.

"Are you okay?" The little girl asks, green eyes wide.

"Cindy, do not talk to strangers!" An older woman grabs the child's hand, looking irritated at the sight of Clara as she walks away.

Clara rolls her eyes and steadies herself. She walks over to the nearest bench and set a seat before staring back to her phone, still figuring out what to reply to Niall and how on earth he thought he saw her.

She fiddles, shudders and practically biting her own lips.

What should I do? was all the thing she could repeat to herself.

The notification goes off again and she huffs.

@NiallOfficial: Hey ?

@NiallOfficial: You okay ?

@NiallOfficial: Why aren't you replying ?

@NiallOfficial: God dammit

@NiallOfficial: Clara ?

@NiallOfficial: Did you get hit by a bus ?

@NiallOfficial: A BIG RED BUS ?!

@ChantillyClara: wtf niall this aint more than this

@ChantillyClara: im here

@ChantillyClara: and how

@ChantillyClara: i meant what do u mean u saw me

@NiallOfficial: Yes I saw you !

"Hello?"

Clara looks up from her phone to see a perfect guy standing right before her eyes. She looks at the man; he has a black sunglasses on, a black snapback and a thigh long parka coat with a skinny jeans. He seems so covered, like he's hiding from the world. Like he's a world star. If he ever take his disguised identity out, everyone would chase him.

Though the cloth and apparels covering his whole feature, Clara could still see how perfect his smile is.

She blinks and shoves her phone in the bag, looking at the skinny man. The look on his face somehow brings Clara an uncomfortable feeling, so she hoists herself back on her feet and starts to walk away.

"Wait!" His strange voice calls back.

Clara groans quietly and pull a smile on her face before turning back to the man.

He walks over to Clara and scratches the back of his neck, blushing his meatless cheeks out. It seems like he wanted to say something, but almost afraid. Clara rests her hand on the man's and she felt him shivers.

"Are you okay?"

"You're so beautiful. I-I'm sorry. Gosh I sounded like a f-fre-freak. Oh my God, h-hey—hi." He stutters and as soon as the words rolled off his tongue, he looks down to his feet, red streaks rising up to his face.