You stand there, in front of one of the most famous boys in the world: Niall Horan, the 19 year old Irish boy from Mullingar.
You wring your fingers out in front of you nervously. It was an annoying mannersim, making your hands hurt and turn red. Niall senses how nervous you are and stands up. His smile was mesmerizing, those perfect white teeth almost shining right in front of you. He steps around the meet and greet table and shakes your hand. The girls behind me are screaming. All that's separating them and mobbing Niall are 3 armed and dangerous guards. You see one grip his taser and by the look on his face, you can tell that he's certainly not afraid to use it.
"Hi." Niall says. His face is so angelic, his ocean blue eyes a killer. They stared into you, not with iciness and anger but with such tenderness you feel like you're floating on a cloud.
"What's your name?" He asks, snapping you out of the day dream.
"Oh." You say shocked from the awakening. But you didn't care. No day dream was as good as what was happening right in front of your eyes. "My name is Y/N." You try to smile but in reality you look like you're trying to fart.
Niall laughs at your nervousness and reassures you by holding your hand.
You try to pull away and wipe your sweaty hand on your pants but he holds it. "It's okay. There's no need to be nervous, love." He looks at you. "You look good in orange." He laughs and you giggle. He was being flirtatious. 'He's flirting with me. Niall James Horan of One Direction is flirting... with ME!' You want to scream out loud but contain it and stay calm.
"So uhm..." You say. 'Come on ask a good question.' You tell yourself. "What's your name?" 'You're such a dumbass.' You think to yourself. He's Niall Horan. You already know that. Everyone here does. Niall laughs and your cheeks get red from embarassement. "It's fine." He says in between laughs, his head tossing back. His laugh fills the room with warmth and it's contagious. You start laughing with him. "I'm Niall." He says, bowing down as if you were a princess.
You giggle, holding your free hand to your mouth, covering your quirky smile. Niall softly grabs your hand and pulls it down, unshielding your smile. "You shouldn't cover up such an amazing smile." He whispers in your ear. Your eyes flutter shut and you feel one of his hands leave yours. Your hand turns cold, as if you just immerged it in ice. Your eyes widen when you feel plastic rub up against you.
You look down to see a 1D merchandise binder in Niall's hand. He makes a secret exchange and puts the binder in your arm. "Keep that safe and look inside when you get to your house. If anyone asks, you bought a binder from the store and had me sign it." He whispers in your ear. "Okay?" You stand there taking in all of his words, eyes shut again. You nod after a while and he pulls away, dropping your hand. "It was nice meeting you, Y/N." He moves back behind the table and winks at you as the next person in line shoves past you.
You look down at the binder in your hand and hold it as if it contained a million dollars, which it could. Niall did say to keep it safe.
*At Home*
You kick off your shoes and run up the steps, slipping down the hall and flying into your room. You slam the door and place the binder on your bed. You study the outside more thoroughly and take in the faces of the boys. You linger on Niall's face. Everything that happened in the past few hours just seems like a dream. A wonderful dream. But it's true. All of it.
You decide to hurry and open the binder with delicacy. Dissapointment shoots through you when all you see is a plastic pencil holder and a few sheets of paper clipped inside. Then you notice something in the bottom right corner of the first page. A tiny arrow.
You flip the page over to reveal a 10 digit number. Your eyes widen and you almost faint. He gave you his number! You collapse on your bed and scream into a pillow. After a good 5 minutes of screaming and shock you grab your phone with shaky hands. Calming down your breathing, you grab your phone and dial the ten numbers. You breathe in and out as you press Call and the phone starts ringing.
"Hello." A familiar Irish accent says. You almost collapse, flustered, but you somehow manage to calm yourself. "Hey, Niall." You start out, your voice wavy but clear. "It's Y/N from the meet and greet." You can tell he's smiling from the way his voice changes. He's happier (if that were even possible) when he says, "Hey. You like my little surprise?" I hear the teasing in his voice and I giggle. "Of course. I can't believe this. Why me? Why did you choose me to be the lucky girl?" You ask, waiting for the reply. "No, Y/N, I'm the lucky one." He says. "Your smile, your innocence, and your laugh. You're just so beautiful. And you're different. You weren't screaming and tearing at my clothes. You wanted to make a good impression. You held it in." You hear him breathing into the phone. "That's what I like in a girl." Your cheeks redden and you almost faint. "Really? It just doesn't seem likely that a nerd like me would meet an ama-" "No." He cuts you off. "Stop. You are perfect. Even though we met for about 10 minutes, you give me a feeling that can only be described as love. It might be too soon to tell but..." His voice trails off. "But..." You start again, hoping he'll continue. "Well I was gonna say," He continues, "It would be horrible if we were never to see each other again." There's silence after he finishes. You want to say a million things but only one sticks out of the tornado of thoughts.
"Yes!" You half scream half say. You calm yourself. "I mean. Yeah. That would be great. Plus I need to talk to you about how to pick up girls. Whispering into their ears and shoving binders in their hands is fine but still." You hear his hearty laugh and start laughing with him. "It's a date." He says. "I'll pick you up tomorrow. Be ready by 10:00ish. Okay?" He asks, wating for you to confirm. "Okay. Don't be late." You tease. And with that you say your good byes and lay on your bed, taking everything in.
'Best. Day. Ever.' Are your last thoughts as you close your eyes and drift into sleep, dreaming of your date with Niall tomorrow.
