The rest of July flew by quickly. The amount of paparazzi that appeared when Niall and I were together dramatically increased, so it was hard to go anywhere with him. I was sure that I was receiving hate but I did not have a Twitter so it was fairly easy to escape.
Once August came around, the class came back to London. We stayed at a different hotel and I shared a suite with Katie and Loch. Fortunately, it had a nice amount of space and we all got along well enough that it wasn’t awkward.
Niall was busy a lot. He was back and forth in America and he was always in the studio. The boys were getting ready for their second album. I understood that he was busy but I wanted to see him considering I would be off the college soon, seemingly worlds away from Niall.
I was sitting on my couch, watching tv with Niall, late in August. He was sitting straight and I was sitting sideways, my legs placed on his lap.
“I’m going back home in a week, Niall,” I said, solemnly.
“Is it that soon, already?” he gasped. I nodded. “But, we’re barely going to see each other.”
“I know,” I said, “but what can we do?”
“Well I still want to be with you,’ he said. I giggled. “Do you still want to be with me?”
“Of course, silly!” I yelled, ruffling his quaffed hair.
“How are we going to make this work?” he questioned.
“We’ll Skype, like last time.”
“But we’re going to have to set some rules. One, no kissing boys by the name of Matt.”
“But I can kiss any other guys, right?” I said, jokingly.
“No kissing any other guys,” he corrected himself.
I glared at him. “Duh.”
“Next, Skype as often as we can, hopefully every night but if we can’t then message each other.” I nodded. “Three, you can’t fall in love with anyone else.”
“Niall!” I yelled, hitting his arm.
“And four, you can’t fall out of love with me.”
“That’s a promise I can keep,” I said, leaning closer to his lips.
“Prove it,” he whispered. I pushed my lips onto his just as I heard the door opening.
“Whoa, whoa. Please keep it PG!” Katie yelled, entering the room. I reluctantly pulled away from Niall. Loch had her hands over her eyes.
“Are they fully clothed?” she yelled.
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A Happily Never After (A Niall Horan Fanfic)
FanfictionNiall Horan. Niall... her Niall. No, he wasn't her's. They had only spent two weeks together. How could she be so stupid to think that he loved her? It was just a stupid fling. Lennon met Niall before he auditioned for X-Factor. They were both sixte...
