Seir:
Niall Horan was pulling me down a corridor. I tripped and tumbled after him. Now that Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik and Liam Payne couldn’t see us anymore he, that’s Niall Horan, was just dragging me along. I'd literally seen the most famous boyband on the planet and I didn't even get to say hi.
“Come on”, Niall sighed, keeping the pace up. “We have to hurry”. Down a couple of stairs, and round a corner and then out into the cold air again. It was pitch dark. Kind of like my knowledge of what was going on. I had understood as much that I had just lied to quite a lot of people, and so had Niall Horan. Outside he turned around and looked at me. “You ok?”, he asked, probably because I hadn’t said anything. “Close your moth”, he sighed. I did as he said.
“I’m sorry”, I squeaked. “It’s just... you’re Niall Horan”.
“I know”, he mumbled, sighing again. I pointed back at the building, freeing my hand from his.
“And that was...”,
“I know”, he repeated.
“And we were...”,
“I know”.
“You’re Niall Horan!”.
“I know!”, he growled, ripping his hair with the hand he wasn’t holding my books.
“Stop saying you know!”, I cried, just as angry as him.
“Stop saying my name!”, he yelled back, the cold air turning his breath into smoke. I fell silent, just scowling at him. “Look, girlie...”, he began but I cut him off.
“Stop calling me that”, I mumbled sullenly, clutching half of my books to my chest. At least he was not going to take these from me.
“Fine, I don’t remember your name”, he rolled his eyes. “I’m going to get you a cab, and then I’ll take you home, ok?”. I stared at him. So no explanation? He’d dragged me from the que, and presented me as his... I couldn’t even say the word, and now he was yelling at me? “Ok?”, he repeated, looking at me like I was some kind of idiot. I had had enough, and took that one step that distanced us from each other, and then I raised my hand and slapped him right across the face. He groaned, clutching his cheek where I’d hit him.
“I just hit Niall Horan”, I whispered, looking at my hand and the magic it had just seemed to be able to do. “I just slapped Niall Horan from One...”;
“Shut up!”, he hissed, and pressed his hand to my mouth again. I faught bravlt when he again dragged me along but there was no use. He stopped at the edge of the road. There were no one else here, not at this side of the building. But the cab came within seconds, and I thought about licking his hand again, but figured it wasn’t any use. Instead I willingly sat inside the cab, and he bumped in next to me, letting my lips go free as he removed his hand.
“Tell him where you live”, Niall breathed, putting his head back. He looked exhausted. Not that I felt sorry for him. He nodded to the driver. I hesitated, but said my address. Niall didn’t say anything for a long time after we started moving. He just sat there with his head back, breathing slowly, my books still in his arms. “I guess I kind of deserved that one”, he finally said. His cheek was red, my hand marking right where I’d slapped. Ok, so maybe I did feel a little bad.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to slap you”, I mumbled, looking down at my shoes. Surprisingly, Niall chuckled at my apology.
“You didn’t mean to slap me?”.
“Ok, so maybe I did. But not that hard”, I excused myself, still mumbling. Niall shook his head laughing. He definitely thought I was an idiot. This was not how I’d ever pictured my first meeting with a celebrity. How could you ever imagine something like this?
“Look, you’re just going to go home, get some sleep, and probably just forget that this ever happened”. Now it was my time to laugh.
“Probably”, I snorted, hoping he would hear the obvious irony. Niall Horan sent me a glance. “I’ll just go to bed and forget that I met Niall Horan”, I said, talking out loud to myself. I was also hoping he would hear how stupid that sounded. “And I’ll also just forget that Niall Horan introduced me as his girlfriend and made me agree to it!”.
“Ok, you’ve got to stop saying my whole name", he sighed, running a hand through his hair again. He was looking out the window now, and seemed a lot calmer. He seemed to think about something. Something I couldn’t understand, and he would never explain. “It’s creeping me out”, he mumbled.
“Sorry”, I said, not meaning it at all. “Mr. Horan then”. Niall laughed, shaking his head.
“Just Niall”.
“I’m just going to forget you so why does it matter”, I spat back at him. The cab stopped outside my house. Arguing with a celebrity was more time consuming than I had thought. Niall waited for me to get out. I just sat there, looking at him.
“What is it?”, he said at last.
“Can I have my books back now”, I sighed, nodding to the ones he was still holding. He realized what I was at and quickly handed them to me.
“Thanks for playing along”, he mumbled, sending me a tired smile when I scooped out of the cab.
“This is the fucking weirdest day of my life”, I laughed, and just closed the door before Zac Efron would appear from somewhere and ask me to marry him. I laughed the whole way up to my front door. But when I saw the can driving away it wasn’t all that humorous anymore. My books were heavy, and my face felt like it had sunk togehter into a melting mask. All I knew for sure was that I would not get any sleep tonight.
