Irish Luck

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

I ran to Niall's house when I saw his car pull into his driveway. I waited about ten minutes after his family went inside, and then a few more when I saw Niall's mother leave. I knocked and knocked until Gregg opened the door.

"Hey Kennedy, Niall is in his room," Gregg said, standing aside to let me in.

"Thank you," I said before jogging to his room. I lightly knocked on the door and waited about two minutes until Niall opened the door.

"Hey babe," he said, his voice quiet. I grabbed him in a hug and wouldn't let go.

"I'm sorry honey, I thought you did excellent," I said, nuzzled into him.

"I-I don't want to talk about it," he whispered.

"Well, what do you want to do?" I asked, my brows furrowing together.

He grabbed my face in his hands and pulled me in for a kiss. A long kiss, pulling me back with him to sit on his bed. Before I knew it, we were lying down, him on top of me.

"Niall," I warned, pushing him off of me and onto his back next to me. He quickly returned to his position, kissing my neck.

"Please?" he whispered next to my ear.

I couldn't hold back the yes that slipped my lips. He returned to mine. The sensation I felt as we worked together was indescribable. To think I would've been without him if the judges let him pass onto the next round.

Once I felt his hand getting frisky was when I decided we had had enough, "No."

He let out a large sigh in disappointment and laid on his back on the bed, facing the ceiling. I turned on my side to face him, "One good thing did come out of that audition though," he said.

"Yeah, Katy Perry loved you!" I said, grinning widely.

"Well, yeah," he said, blushing, "but also I met a new friend," he said, turning on his left side to face me.

"That's nice!" I said, trying to make the situation as happy as possible, "what's his name?"

"Harry, he gave me his number so we could hang out some time. I forgot which town he lives in though," he told me, a small smile escaping his lips.

"So when's your first date together?" I said, teasingly. He playfully punched my shoulder.

"Shut up," he said, blushing, "I only told you so maybe you could hook him up with Tommie."

"Alright, I'll ask her. Did you meet anyone else?" I asked, invested.

"Yeah, this guy who looks kinda like a rebel, his name is Zayn," he said, trying to be suave.

"Like, motorcycle rebel or stays up past his bed time rebel?" I asked batting my eyes.

"More like, he already has a tattoo," Niall said giggling.

We sat and spoke more about his auditioning experience. We were both upset he lost but he said it only made him want to strive to be better. He decided that maybe he wouldn't audition again and find a different way to be famous.

"Well, what are you thinking of doing?" I asked curiously, almost worried.

He stood up and grabbed his guitar and sat on the ground in front of his bed, "Maybe I'll play on the streets like a hobo and wait to be discovered."

He lazily played, head down the entire time. I giggled, and watched him strum his fingers along. The mood became more serious, but still light-hearted, as he began to sing.

"Smoke alarm went off at 9;

I woke up, wiped the sleep out of my eyes

She left a note "I'll be back in 5"

Well, I'm still waiting for that moment to arrive, hey

I was told to put my job in front of you

But it won't hold me like you do." At this point, I decided to join him on the carpet floor, and leaned my head on his shoulder.

"But I do it for the love

Waiting on the gold rush

Keep it on the edge

Smoking on a roll up

When I see my friends

All they say is "Hold up

And remember the time

When we were in school

Listening to grown-ups.

Didn't learn a thing

But then again, you know what,

You know how to sing

But you don't know anything

Other than that."

So maybe you should learn to love her...

Once he finished, he slung one of his arms around me and I kissed his cheek, "Those judges were stupid, I thought you were the best."

He kissed my forehead, "Thanks babe."

And we sat, and he began to strum again. And we sat, and it was peaceful. And a little part of me was greatful that he didn't make the show. The selfish part of me, that wanted him to stay.