We Found Love (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

The Trip

Niall's POV

The day of the flight, was the day she decided she wanted to pack. I meet her in her room Friday morning after breakfast and look around the room searching for her. "Mal?" I call out. "Closet!" a voice calls back. I follow the voice to what I assume is the closet; I knock on the door two times before she comes to open it. She's dressed in bright teal skinny pants rolled up at the bottom with a white form fitting shirt; hair down and curled. "You could have just come in," she says moving aside to allow me access into the closet that was the size of a room. I looked to the floor and saw she already had suitcases out; a smaller one was closed while the others, one with some stuff in it and the other fairly empty, were open. "What do you have packed already?" I ask opening the smaller suitcase. She comes flying over from the other side of the closet of stop me, but was too late. "Oh," I say quickly closing the suitcase back. I feel my face heat up; inside the suitcase was under garments. Under garments that I'd really love to see her in. But I feel like a complete douche for opening the bag. Looking out the corner of my eye, I see her hand over her all red face.  

I try to think of something to say to clear the awkwardness out room; I look around the room and spot a chair. "I've an idea, I'll sit down and you'll hold up things that you think you want to take and I'll give you my opinion," I say already headed toward the chair. Her face is still red, but she puts her hand down and walks toward a shelf, then pauses. "Do you think its warm enough in Ireland to swim?" she questions. "I'm not sure, but you'll be staying in a hotel, with a pool, so I guess it wouldn't hurt to bring a bathing suit," I answer. Good idea, I think to myself picturing her in a bikini again. She nods then turns to the island with drawers in the center of the room. She opens a drawer and starts looking through it. When she's done rumbling through like ten drawers, she's holding a bunch of colures. I give her a confused like. She just shakes her head, dropping the colures on top of the island, then walking over to the small bag, grabbing it and returning to put the colures inside it. It takes me a moment to comprehend that the colures were bathing suits. I mentally slap myself.

The rest of the time she shows me things and I give my opinion if she should bring it or not. The job is a lot harder than it seems. Maybe Zayn should be the one doing this and not me. By the time we're done, my stomachs rumbling and her curls are in a ponytail. My stomach starts to talk real loud and she hears it. "Hungry are we?" she says walking over to me, just standing. I nod. "Let's go then, tiger," she says moving her suitcases to one side of the room then coming out the closet after me. "Thanks for helping me," she says as we're walking down the stairs making our way to the kitchen. "Don't worry about it," I say slinging an arm around her shoulder pulling her near me.

Malory's POV

When the clock hits 4:30, we finish packing cars and drive to the airport. To my surprise, when we pull up to the airport, there are at least one thousand One Direction fans. I didn't know people even knew they were here. I was pretty much rushed out of the car and into the airport by my dad, while the boys stood outside signing and taking pictures. "This is Roger," my dad says pointing to a guy dressed in a black t-shirt and faded jean. "He's going to be your bodyguard, kind of, only at the airports, so you make it safe to any cars waiting for you and don't miss any flights. He'll have a room at your suite so there's someone with you at pretty much all the time. Don't worry he'll give you space; just not too much. It's going to be kind of crazy because you'll be traveling with the boys the whole way to England. Paul said it should die down once you leave England. When you get to the airport in England, you're getting in the car with Niall, Roger, and whoever Niall's with. Call home as soon as you make it to England; is that clear?" he asks. I nod my head. "Okay," he says reaching for a hug, "be safe and don’t do anything I wouldn't do". "Like shop?" I jokingly question. He laughs, "I love you". "I love you too," I say back. He lets go of me, kisses my forehead, starts to walk away, but stops. "I almost forgot, here," he says giving me an envelope. "Exchange it, keep it in a safe place, and don't spend it all in one place," he says before leaving for sure this time after I stay thank you.