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Niall imagine ONLY*

Imagine Niall

You decided to call up some of your friends, who are directioners, and see if they wanted to go to lunch where Niall tweeted he was going to have lunch. "He said he would be there in a few hours, so hurry and meet you at your place in 15. I want to get there early!" you told your friend. "Y/N calm down! We'll be at your place in half an hour. We just woke up!" You sigh, "Fine, see you then." You hang up the phone and press play on your iPod. Gotta be you was on and you started to sing as you chose your outfit. You didn't want to get too dressed up. Jeans, converse, a hoodie and a pony tail. You check you phone and still have 15 minutes to kill. You decided to curl the ponytail. Simple and cute. You looked at yourself in the mirror, put on some eyeliner and blush and decided to go and sit on the front porch and wait for your friends. As they pull up honking, you look up from your phone and smile. You run and hop into the car. As a few of your friends were talking about the new announcement for LWWY, you start to day dream. What if you actually get to talk to Niall? A sudden slamming of doors and a "Hey Y/N, we are here, let's go" brings you back to reality. You run to catch up with your friends. "Table for 4 please," you hear one of your friends in the background when you look up. You see a blonde hair, blue eyes boy smiling at you from across the restaurant. You blush and smile back. It can't be. You elbow one of your friends and nod in the direction he is sitting in. He's gone. But you couldn't have just imagined the whole thing could you? You sigh and head to your seats with your head hung low. You look around one last time when you hear "Why so sad looking beautiful?" you turn around and gasp. Niall Horan is standing right behind you. He has a huge grin on his face. "Mind if I join you ladies for lunch?" You all smile and nod, wide eyed. You sit down and eye your friends. Niall looks at you and says "So what is your name, pretty girl?" You gasp and barely get it out. That Irish accent got you every time. "Y/N" you whisper. "That's a beautiful name. Well listen Y/N, I have to get going. I really need to learn not to tweet where I am having lunch." He chuckles and takes your phone from your hand, puts his number in it. "Don't forget me, alright Y/N?" You nod and watch in disbelief as he walked out.