One Direction Short Stories

Love of the Game - Niall

 Between going to college at NYU and interning at the Yankees front office, I have hardly any free time for myself. That's why this summer I decided not to take any classes and just focus on the intern job. I'm majoring in sports management/marketing. Landing this intern position with the Yankees has been such a blessing. It's going to look great on my resume. Best of all, I get to watch baseball all summer from any seat I want in the park.

"Good Morning, Becca."

"Morning Laura. I brought you some coffee." I hand it to her with a smile. It's always good to suck up to your boss. Then you don't get the shit assignments.

"Oh thank you, Becca. I really need this." She pauses to take a sip. "We have a VIP guest coming that I need you to take good care of."

"Sure. Who is it?" I ask casually.

Laura refers to her paperwork. "Niall Horan, from the band One Direction."

I smile and say. "Oh, ok." However on the inside I'm screaming like a school girl. I love One Direction's music and I have a pretty severe obsession with the gorgeous Irish one.

"When is he coming?" I ask.

"Tomorrow nights game. I need you to give him a tour of the stadium, tell him a bit of the history, the usual." Laura says.

"Of course, no problem." I reply.

"I would also like you to stay in the suite with him during the game. He's not from America, so he may have some questions about the details of baseball." Laura says.

I smile. "You know I love to do that."

I spend the next morning getting pampered. Hair, nails, make-up, new outfit, everything. I just hope I can pull off being professional tonight.

I look in the mirror one last time before heading to the stadium. I don't normally spend this much time getting ready, but I'm happy with my look. I think my black jeans and fitted Jeter jersey look nice without looking like I tried too hard.

I'm waiting not so patiently at the entrance to the stadium for Niall's car to arrive.

Oh crap, here he comes. I keep repeating in my head, be professional, be professional.

As he walks towards me all I can think is how he's even more handsome in person. I put out my hand. "Hello, Mr. Horan. I'm Becca. I'll be showing you around."

He takes my hand. "Hello, Becca. That's a pretty name. Please, call me Niall."

That adorable accent!

I spend the next hour or so showing him around and filling him in on the history of the team and the former Yankee Stadium. I thought I'd feel more nervous, but he's so nice, he makes me feel at ease. He asks me lots of questions. Like when I show him all the retired numbers, he asks. "Won't they run out of numbers to use soon?"

I smile. "That's something we all wonder actually."

Niall lets out one of his famous big laughs. My heart skips a beat.

I show Niall to his private suite before the game starts. "If you'd like, I can stay in case you have any questions about the game." I ask hesitantly. Please say yes!

Niall smiles and looks right into my eyes. "I'd like that, Becca."

I smile, unable to speak at the moment. "So you're a bit of an expert, are ya?" Niall asks me.

I blush. "Well I love all sports, but baseball is my passion. I do know pretty much everything there is to know about it."

"That's incredible. I haven't met too many girls who like sports that much. I'm a bit of a sports nut myself."