Chapter Two
I wake up around half-nine. Memories from yesterday afternoon come back and I can’t help but grin like the fool he is. I kissed Niall. Or rather, he kissed me. Niall the bad boy and fittie. Oh great, I think. Now I sound like a schoolgirl who has a big crush on the senior guy. Okay, that’s kind of what is going on but still. I have long accepted that I’m gay, or at least bisexual but that doesn’t mean that I’m going to act like the gay stereotype anytime soon. At least, I hope he won’t.
Oh fuck, I think as I look at the clock again. I am nothing like Louis but I need more than twenty-eight minutes to look decent for a proper date with Niall today! I haven’t got a clue what sort of date requires that we meet way before acceptable lunchtime but maybe we are going out for brunch. Or something. Scrambling to get out of me bed, Harry runs around in my room, scrounging for an acceptable date outfit.
Twenty minutes later, I am dressed in a black Rolling Stones t-shirt (the one with a tongue sticking out of a mouth) and black skinny jeans. It’s probably chilly out so I take a grey blazer with him. My curly hair is as tamed as it’ll ever be—somehow persuaded to sweep neatly across my forehead and not sticking in all directions.
As I’m looking for shoes to wear, the doorbell rings.
“Fuck,” I curse. “I’ll be a minute!”
Forty-eight seconds later, I open the door with two mismatched Chuck Taylors held in my hands. Niall, decked out in a jean-leather jacket, red t-shirt and black jeans comes in with that familiar smirk on his face.
“Couldn’t decide which shoes to wear?” he asks, amusement clear in his voice.
I smile nervously. “Yeah, maybe.”
Niall takes a brief look at my flat. “This is quite a fancy flat you’ve got yourself here.”
I shrug. “My family’s wealthy. Hate to be that rich kid but hey do spoil me. They tried to buy me a freakin’ mansion but I drew the line there. Besides, I live by myself, don’t need three thousand square feet of leg space.”
A quick flash of something passes in Niall’s oceanic orbs. “Yeah, who would?”
Niall helps me find a pair of black Chucks and once that’s done (and after I stare at the reflection of my own hair for two minutes) we head out of my house. We find Niall’s bike parked pretty much right in front of the house.
“Eager to take me out, are you?” I tease.
“Or there was no other place to park. Your pick, Haz.”
“Nicknames already. I like it, Nialler.”
Niall throw me a quick smirk before hopping on his bike. “Hop on, Curly. Horan express is leaving in less than twenty seconds.”
I gulp in some air before I do as I’m told. Niall turns around to hand me a helmet. Well, handing is the wrong choice of word as he simply puts the helmet on top of my curls and fastens it for me. He leans in for a quick peck on the nose before sliding down the visor. (He doesn’t turn around before winking flirtatiously)
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This Path Is Reckless
Фанфик*NOT FAMOUS* Niall is the blond riffraff of the town. Harry is the typical good boy The path to their love is reckless but hey, what's life without some risk and adventure?
