The Chase

:: 2 :: Liam Payne

A/N: MY SOFTBALL SEASON STARTS! Practice is 2 hours, from 4-6PM. So, it all depends on my calendar when I can update. it will probably be once ever week, maybe even every other day, idek. But yeah, I'll try as hard as I can. I really want to finish this story. I feel as if it has potential, y'know? Yeah anyways, on with the story!!!

Niall's POV

I was with Courtney, at Starbucks. But only because it's my very best friend who suggested we come here, for "best-friend bonding time." Yeah, as if five hours a day at work isn't enough, don't get me wrong I love Courtney but she can get a little... What's the word? Oh yeah . . . pushy.

Even when the latest One Direction gossip comes out, (which I know all about within 5 minutes), she demands me to tell her.

Like that one time that Liam and Dani broke up for a while, she said "Niall tell me now or I swear to god I will call you Cutie Pie, just like your mum." Okay, that got me to tell her.

But I only told her because she threatened me with my nickname, which unfortunately Mum called me right in front of Courtney, I've always hated it, that's why Mum started calling me it. Greg made it up. Whenever mum would call me Cutie Pie in public I was probably as red as a tomato, not exaggerating! And OMG was it embarrassing.

"Niall buddy, turn around. Looks like someone has a visitor!" Courtney exclaimed. Okay . . . weird.

I gasp in surprise after I turn around.

You'll never guess who was standing right behind me. "Liam?"

It was Liam Payne.

"Hello! I heard you talking and I couldn't help but come over here and say hi. I'd love you mum, by the way. Do you maybe wanna switch mums sometime?"

Wow... I never thought Liam Payne would be standing right in front of me asking if we could switch mums.

"Uhh yeah, anything for you Liam. I'm sure she'd love you too"

Liam smirked, "Awesome. So mate, what's your twitter?"

"It's niall_horan" I know. Stupid twitter name but all the cool one were taken! I'm pretty sure I didn't hear what Liam just said, due to my thoughts taken by twitter usernames.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Wow, stupid, stupid Niall. And get this, they even spelled my name wrong on the cup. Seriously, it's not that hard to write Niall, instead of Niul.

"I said, here" he handed me a piece of paper, with scribbles that looked like a phone number.

"By the way, I saw your blog." I turned crimson, face, neck, and ears. "I thought it was quite cute. Also, Harry saw it. I'm pretty sure he followed you, but beware of all the RT's and DM's and all the new followers you're gonna get. You'll probably even get verified! It's really exciting! Anyways, that's my number, text me anytime, or call, doesn't matter." With that he walked away.

Did he said something about Harry and my blog?

I hope not. That would be so embarrassing. Like even in my bio it says, "If I ever get married to Harry Styles, this blog never existed."

A/N: IM SO SORE FROM SOFTBALL! WE HAVE PRACTICE TOMORROW AND THEN WE HAVE PRACTICE NEXT TUESDAY AND IDEK WHEN ELSE... BUT YEAH COACH RICHARDSON MADE US DO ALL THESE CRAZY WARMUPS. It was fun at first, but after we were done I couldn't even bend down to grab the ball. Like srsly. At least aim for my chest. I have a better chance of catching it.